Eterne

The substance is eterne, and bideth so; / Ne when the life decayes and forme does fade, / Doth it consume and into nothing goe [...].

And neuer did the Cyclops hammers fall / On Mars his Armours, forg'd for proofe Eterne, / With lesse remorse then Pyrrhus bleeding sword / Now falles on Priam.

Eterne, intense, profuse,—still throwing up The golden spray of multitudinous worlds In measure to the proclive weight and rush Of His inner nature […]