Which I conceive no gainer way is done
Then by the siezing of devouring fire
On that dark Orb, which ’fore but dimly shone
With borrowed light, not lightened entire,
But halfed like the Moon.
And while the busie flame did sieze throughout,
And search the bowels of the lowest mire
Of that Saturnian Earth; a mist broke out,
And immense mounting smoke arose all round about.