THose Atomes, which are Long , sharp at each end,
Stream forth like Aire, in Flame, which Light doth seem:
For Flame doth flow, as if it fluid were,
Which shewes, part of that Figure is like Aire.
Thus Flame is joyne'd, two Figures into one:
But Fire without Flame, is sharpe alone.
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