A cold Snake being charm'd, burst in the Meads.
And in another place.
Charms bear Corn standing from anothers Farm.
And Ovid in his book, sine Titulo, saith.
With charms doth with'ring Ceres dye,
Dried are the fountains all,
Acorns from Okes, inchanted Grapes
And Apples from trees fall.
If these things were not true, there would not be such strict penall Statutes made against them, that should inchant fruit. And Tibullus saith of a certain Imchantress,
Her with Charms drawing Stars from Heaven, I
And turning th' Course of rivers, did espy,
She parts the earth, and Ghosts from Sepulchers
Draws up, and fetcheth bones away from th' fires,
And at her pleasure scatters Clouds i'th' Air,
And makes it Snow in Summer hot, and fair.
Of all which that Inchantress seems to boast her self in Ovid, when she saith,
----- At will, I make swift streams retire
To their fountains, whilest their banks admire;
Sea toss, and smooth; clear Clouds, with Clouds deform.
With Spells, and Charms I break the Vipers jaw,
Cleave Solid Rocks, Oakes from their seasures draw,
Whole Woods remove, the airy Mountains shake,
Earth for to groan, and Ghosts from graves awake,
And thee O Moon I draw -----
