Bacon. Seeing you come as friends unto the frier,
Resolve you, doctors, Bacon can by bookes
Make storming Boreas thunder from his cave, 45
And dimme faire Luna to a darke eclipse.
The great arch-ruler, potentate of hell,
Trembles when Bacon bids him, or his fiends,
Bow to the force of his pentageron.[1296]
What art can worke, the frolicke frier knowes; 50
And therefore will I turne my magicke bookes,
And straine out nigromancie to the deepe.