Men scarcely know how beautiful fire is;
Each flame of it is as a precious stone
Dissolved in ever-moving light, and this
Belongs to each and all who gaze thereon.”
Drayton writes:
“The Fire of precious Wood, the Light Perfume
Which left a sweetnesse on each thing it shone,
As every thing did to it selfe assume
The Sent from them and made the same their owne
So that the painted Flowres within the Roome