The manner of our work; the bulls, our furnace,
Still breathing fire; our argent-vive, the dragon:
The dragon’s teeth, mercury sublimate,
That keeps the whiteness, hardness, and the biting;
And they are gather’d into Jason’s helm,
Th’alembic, and then sow’d in Mars his field.
And thence sublim’d so often, that they’re fix’d.
Both this, th’ Hesperian garden, Cadmus’ story,
Jove’s shower, the boom of Midas, Argus’ eyes,
Boccace his Demogorgon, thousands more,