Nor will this earth serve him; he sinkes the deepeWhere harmelesse fish monastique silence keepe,Who (were Death dead) by Roes of living sand,Might spunge that element, and make it landHe rounds the aire, and breakes the hymnique notesIn birds (Heavens choristers,) organique throats,Which (if they did not dye might seem to beeA tenth ranke in […]