A cold Snake being charm'd, burst in the Meads.— And in another place. Charms bear Corn standing from anothers Farm. And Ovid in his book, sine Titulo, saith. With charms doth with'ring Ceres dye,Dryed are the fountains all,Acorns from Okes, inchanted GrapesAnd Apples from trees fall.If these things were not true, there would not be such strict penall Statutes made against them, that should inchant fruit. And Tibullus saith of a certain Inchantress, Her with Charms drawing Stars from Heaven, IAnd turning th' Course of rivers, did espy,She parts the earth, and Ghosts from SepulchersDraws up, and fetcheth bones away from th' fires,And at her pleasure scatters Clouds i'th' Air,And makes it Snow in Summer hot, and fair. Of all which that Inchantress seems to boast her self in Ovid when she saith, —At will, I make swift streams retireTo their fountains, whilest their banks admire;Seas toss, and smooth; clear Clouds, with Clouds deform,With Spels. and Charms I break the Vipers jaw,Cleave Solid Rocks, Oakes from their seasures draw,Whole Woods remove, the airy Mountains shake,Earth for to groan, and Ghosts from graves awake,And thee O Moon I draw—0