Surly: What paper?
Mammon: On cedar board.
Surly: O that, indeed, they say,
Will last ’gainst worms.
Mammon: ’Tis like your English wood
’Gainst cobwebs. I have a piece of Jason’s fleece too,
which was no other than a book of alchemy,
Writ in large sheepskin, a good fat ram-vellum.
Such was Pythagoras’ thigh, Pandora’s tub,
And all that fable of Medea’s charms,