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Of Crown Revenue. SECT. X.
426.
THe ancient Sages took our Earth to be
A simple Element of one Complexion,
Differing onely in variety
Of heats and cold from Heavenly reflexion;
But nature which can never be confin'd
To narrow contemplations of one mind,
427.
This abstract dream of former time confutes;
For in the circuit of one clime her womb
Compos'd as various is, as are her fruits;
Here Gold for life's use, Marble for her Tomb,
Here veins of silver, there quick Mercury,
Here Pales, there Pomona fruitful be.
428.
Which sweet variety doth not proceed,
From influence, or temper by the Sun;
But from the first diversity of seed
Which did through her created vessels run,
And to the heat (as Tributes) pay their springs
Which unto ripeness Phoebus after brings.