THE reason, Fire lies in Flint unseene;
Is, other Figur'd Atomes lye betweene:
For being bound, and overpowred by
A Multitude, they do in Prison lye.
Unlesse that Motion doth release them out,
With as strong power, which make them flye about
But if that Flint be beat to powder small;
To sep'rate the grossest, release'd are all.
But when they once are out, do not returne,
But seeke about to make another Forme.
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