Book XIV

THE ANALYTICAL SCIENCE.

HISTORY OF CHEMISTRY.

. . . . . . . Soon had his crew
Opened into the hill a spacious wound,
And digged out ribs of gold . . . .
Anon out of the earth a fabric huge
Rose like an exhalation, with the sound
Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet,
Built like a temple.

Milton. Paradise Lost, i.