I was form'd
Of that coarse metal which, when she was made
The gods threw by for rubbish.--_All for Love_.

In another of dough:

When the gods moulded up the paste of man,
Some of their clay was left upon their hands,
And so they made Egyptians.--_Cleomenes_.

In another of clay:

--Rubbish of remaining clay.--_Sebastian_.

One makes the soul of wax:

Her waxen soul begins to melt apace.--_Anna Bullen_.

Another of flint:

Sure our two souls have somewhere been acquainted
In former beings, or, struck out together,
One spark to Africk flew, and one to Portugal.--_Sebastian_.

To omit the great quantities of iron, brazen, and leaden souls, which
are so plenty in modern authors--I cannot omit the dress of a soul as
we find it in Dryden:

Souls shirted but with air.--_King Arthur_.