A Tree of Signs - Of the Division of Chaos

So that of Hyle, nor Chaos, nor quintessence high
Is there any generation to multiply

In species or kinde here in Earth below
Of creatures abiding under the sky

But the four elements do make influence
By their special powers into all things below
As they are simple and pure in kind

And into every thing do put quintessence
To reap such seed thereof: as men do sow

In every species together we them find
Creating Sulphur, Salt, and Argent vive

The inward bodies of things that make them thrive
Whose gross bodies to destroy, if we them have
We must not spare thereof to deprave