XIII
Just in that instant when the serpents gripe, Broke the slight veines, and tender conduit-pipe, Through which this soule from the trees root did draw Life, and growth to this apple, fled away This loose soule, old, one and another day. As lightning, which one scarce dares say, he saw, 'Tis so soone gone, (and better proofe the law Of sense, than faith requires) swiftly she flew To a darke and foggie Plot; Her, her fates threw There through th'earths pores, and in a Plant hous'd her anew.