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 Weight of Atomes
2. Of the Sympathy of Atomes
3. Cavendish
4. Of Loose Atomes
5. What Atomes Make Change

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