Epigram 27 (Cophus on Antimonium doth plodd,)

Cophus on Antimonium doth plodd,
Beleeue me Cophus but you are too bolde,
To search into the secret depth of God:
After Potatoes of resolued golde
The Paracelsians taught you this to doe;
And you will ferett Nature from her denne,
Yee'le make men liue whether they will or no.
But trust me Cophus they are trustlesse men.
For Cophus they haue taskt you like a noddy,
To study th'immortalitie of the bodie.