Waters to their fountains driven by forces of backward dancing.
Into the fountaines whence they flo,
Whereat the banks themselves admire,
Ye can make standing waters go,
With charms ye drive both sea and cloud,
Ye make it calm and blowed aloud,
With vipers jaws, and polished stone,
With words and charms ye breake in twaine,
The forces of earth congeald in one,
Ye move and shake both woods and plaine,
Ye make the soules of men arise,
Ye pull the moon out of the skies.
Breathing the Serpents breath,
Enter the maze and return transformed.
