at Rome it rained quicksilver
there be certain cloudes that are empty
sometimes, the whole ayre seemeth to burne
stones may first be divided into rude and beautifull
I have seen a heart, a bird’s tongue, a beast’s stone, a peare, a plumme, and divers other things turned into hard stones
stones melt not [...] because there is left in them no unctuous or clammy matter
it raineth wormes, frogges, fishes, blood, milke, flesh, stones, wheat, iron, wooll, bricke, and quicksilver
[of dry lightning]
it is very subtill, and thinne, burning
it will melt money in men's purses
it will melt a sword in the scabberd, and not hurt the scabberd at all
it will hurt a man's hand, and not his glove
[of normal lightning]
all living things turne their face toward the stroke of the lightning
bay trees and box trees are never, or seldom stricken with lightning
it leaveth a print where it hath been