None here are jealyous that I brought one sparke To kyndell that ill flame.

That all about him sheddeth glorious light: Light farre exceeding that bright blazing sparke Which darted is from Titans flaming head, That with his beames enlumineth the darke And dampish air, wherby al things are red*; 165 Whose nature yet so much is marvelled Of mortall wits, that it doth much amaze The greatest wisards** which thereon do gaze.

Harke one of them hath some small sparke of life, To kindle knowledge of their sad mishaps. Allen.

What are wee People, or our flattering voyces That always shame and foolish things applaud, Having no sparke of Soule?

In publike; for shee knew shee should be found A Traytor, and her talke would have beene thought Madnesse or any thing rather then truth: This was the onely cause why shee did seeke To poyson you, and I to keepe you safe: And this the reason why I sought to kindle Some sparke of love in you to faire Panthea, That shee might get part of her right agen.

LXXXIII Let not one sparke of filthy lustfull fyre Breake out, that may her sacred peace molest; Ne one light glance of sensuall desyre Attempt to work her gentle mindes unrest:

By gathering his beames with a chrystall glasse; So wee, If wee into our selves will turne, Blowing our sparkes of virtue, may out-burne The straw, which doth about our hearts sojourne.

And that I see in passages of proofe, Time qualifies the sparke and fire of it: [A] Hamlet comes backe: what would you vndertake, To show your selfe your Fathers sonne indeed, [Sidenote: selfe indeede your fathers sonne]