That seem’d the Ocean could not containe them there.”
(III. vi. 35.)
When these forms are sent forth from the garden they take for their substance the matter found in chaos which is ever eternal.
“Daily they grow, and daily forth are sent
Into the world, it to replenish more;
Yet is the stocke not lessened, nor spent,
But still remaines in everlasting store,
As it at first created was of yore.
For in the wide wombe of the world there lyes,
In hateful darkenesse and in deepe horrore,