Nature Spirits

The Sprites of fiery Termagants in Flame
    Mount up, and take a Salamander's name.
    Soft yielding minds to Water glide away,
    And sip, with Nymphs, their elemental Tea.
    The graver Prude sinks downward to a Gnome,
    In search of mischief still on Earth to roam.
    The light Coquettes in Sylphs aloft repair,
    And sport and flutter in the fields of Air.
 
 Alexander Pope, the Rape of the Lock, Canto 1