“SIR EPICURE MAMMON: How now!
Do we succeed? Is our day come? and holds it?

FACE: The evening will set red upon you sir;
You have colour for it, crimson: the red ferment
Has done his office; three hours hence prepare you
to see projection. . . .

I have blown, sir,
Hard for your worship; thrown by many a coal,
When ’twas not beech; weigh’d those I put in, just,
To keep your heat still even; these blear’d eyes
Have wak’d to read your several colours, sir,
Of the pale citron, the green lion, the crow,
The peacock’s tail, the plumed swan.

SIR EPICURE MAMMON: And lastly,
Thou has descry’d the flower, the sanguis agni’

FACE: Yes, sir.”

—Ben Jonson, The Alchemist, 1610.