That, by the inchaunting forces of the devil,
Shall tell out strange and uncoth Aphorismes,
And girt faire England with a wall of brasse. 20
Bungay and I have watcht these threescore dayes,
And now our vitall spirites crave some rest:
If Argos[1484] livd, and had his hundred eyes,
They could not overwatch Phobeters[1485] night.
Now, Miles, in thee rests Frier Bacons weale; 25
The honour and renowne of all his life
Hangs in the watching of this Brazen-Head;