As dewdrops in the oyster-shell rare pearls became.[193]
Outside, they’re dewdrops, solely, whether great or small;
Inside they’re pearls of price, whose value knows no fall.
Such men by nature are just like the musk-deer’s pod;
It’s fed with blood of artery, musk it yields, through God.
Ask not how ’tis that outward blood can change like this;
Becoming musk when in the pod secreted ’tis.100
Ask not how copper vile, by wise alchemist’s art,
Is changed to gold when solved by elixir in part.[194]
Election and compulsion, fancies both, in thee;