And sought the darkest pallaces of fiendes;
That with my magic spels great Belcephon
Hath left his lodge and kneeled at my cell; 10
The rafters of the earth rent from the poles,
And three-formd Luna hid her silver looks,
Trembling upon her concave contenent,[1483]
When Bacon red upon his magick booke.
With seven years tossing nigromanticke charmes, 15
Poring upon darke Hecats principles,
I have framd out a monstrous head of brasse,