Poem by Margaret Cavendish

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 Bignesse of Atomes
2. What Atomes Make the Wind Collick
3. Of the Sympathy of Atomes
4. Of Loose Atomes
5. In the Center Atomes Never Separate

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