Silent to be than say; and then drops thence Upon another’s blood in natural vase. There one together with the other mingles, One to be passive meant, the other active By reason of the perfect place it springs from; 1024 And being conjoined, begins to operate, Coagulating first, then vivifying What for its matter it had made consistent. The active virtue, being made a soul 1025 As of a plant, (in so far different, This on the way is, that arrived already,) Then works so much, that now it moves and feels 1026 Like a sea-fungus, and then undertakes To organize the powers whose seed it is. Now, Son, dilates and now distends itself The virtue from the generator’s heart, Where nature is intent on all the members. But how from animal it man becomes Thou dost not see as yet; this is a point Which made a wiser man than thou once err So far, that in his doctrine separate