The Centre of each sever all world’s a Sunne…
About whose radiant crown the Planets runne,
Like reeling moths around a candle light;
These all together, one world, I conceit,
And that even infinite such worlds there be,
That inexhausted Good that God is hight,
A full sufficient reason is to me.
KeywordsDust Galle Conglomerate Paral Ather
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