Margaret Cavendish (Маргарет Кавендиш)

Of Sharpe Atomes

THen Atomes Sharpe Motion doth mount up high;
Like Arrowes sharpe, Motion doth make them flye.
And being sharpe and swift, they peirce so deep,
As they passe through all Atomes, as they meet:
By their swift motion, they to bright Fire turne;
And being Sharpe, they peirce, which we call Burne. 

1. What Atomes Make Death
2. The Weight of Atomes
3. What Atomes Make the Wind Collick
4. Motion Directs, While Atomes Dance
5. Of Loose Atomes

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