So nicely poised, that if one atom flings

Its weight away, aloft the planet springs,

And wings its course through realms of boundless space

Outstripping comets in eccentric race.

Add but one atom more, it sinks outright

Down to the realms of Tartarus and night.

What waters melt or scorching fires consume,

In different forms their being re-assume:

Hence can no change arise, except in name,

For weight and substance ever are the same.