Nature, as in duty bound,
Deep hid this shining mischief under ground,
But when by man’s audacious labour won,
Flamed forth this rival to its sire the sun.
Cowley’s David.
Where the sun’s fruitful beams give metals birth,
Where he the growth of fatal gold does see,
Gold which alone more influence has than he.
Dunciad, Book IV.
Tis true on words is still our whole debate,