The starving chemist in his golden views Supremely blest.

You are an alchemist; make gold of that.

If by fire Of sooty coal th' empiric alchymist Can turn, or holds it possible to turn, Metals of drossiest ore to perfect gold.

The true alchemists do not change lead into gold; they change the world into words.

Order is heaven's first law.

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.