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. The Weight of Atomes
2. Motion Is the Life of All Things
3. What Atomes Make the Wind Collick
4. In the Center Atomes Never Separate
5. Of the Sympathy of Atomes

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