What Makes Echo

The same motion which from the mouth doth move1
Runs through the air, which we by echo prove.2
As several letters in one word do join,3
So several figures through the air combine.
The air is wax, words seal, and give the print,           5
And so4 an echo in the air do mint.
And while those figures last, they life5 maintain;
When motion wears them out, echo is6 slain.
As sugar in the mouth doth melt with7 taste,
So echo in the air itself doth waste.                             10

What Makes Echo Rebound

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Rebounds resisting substance must work on,2
Both in itself, and what it beats upon,3
For yielding bodies which do bow or break
Can ne’er rebound, nor like an4 echo speak.
Then every word of aïr forms5 a ball,                                      5
And every letter like a ball doth fall.
Words are condensèd air, which heard, do grow
As water which by cold doth turn to snow.
And as when snow is pressed hard balls become,6
So words being pressed as balls do backward run.7           10

Of the Sound and Echo

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A sound2 seems nothing, yet a while it lives,3
And like a wanton lad, mock answers gives,4
Not like the souls that from the bodies5 go,
For echo hath a body6 of air, we know.
But7 strange it8 is that sounds9 so strong and clear              5
Resisting bodies have, yet10 not appear,
But11 air, which subtle is, encounter may:
Thus words as sounds may with self-echo12 play.
But they grow weary soon, hold not13 out long,
Seem14 out of breath, and falter with the tongue.               10

Of Shadow and Echo

A shadow fell in love with the1 bright light,
Which makes her walk perpetually2 in his3 sight.
And when he’s absent, then, poor soul, she dies,
But when he shows himself, her life revives.
She sister is to Echo loud and clear,                           5
Whose voice is heard, but no body4 appear.
She hates to see or show herself to men,
Unless Narcissus could live once5 again.
But these two souls (for they no bodies have)6
Do wander in the air to seek a grave.                       10
Silence would bury one,7 the other night;
Both are8 denied by Repercussion’s9 spite.
And each of these are subject to the sense:10
One strikes the ear, shadow the eye presents.11