4687 fire, and smart 4688 also, Which that was made? and of the care and woe That we had in our matters súblimíng, And in amalgaming, and calciníng Of quicksilver, called mercúry crude? For all our sleightës we can not conclude. Our orpiment, and súblim’d mercurý, Our ground litharge 4689 eke on the porphyrý, Of each of these of ounces a certáin, 4690 Not helpeth us, our labour is in vain. Nor neither our spiríts’ ascensioún, Nor our mattérs that lie all fix’d adown, May in our working nothing us avail; For lost is all our labour and traváil, And all the cost, a twenty devil way, Is lost also, which we upon it lay.