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THE Angel ended, and in Adams Eare

So Charming left his voice, that he a while

Thought him still speaking, still stood fixt to hear;

Then as new wakt thus gratefully replid.

What thanks sufficient, or what recompence [ 5 ]

Equal have I to render thee, Divine

Hystorian, who thus largely hast allayd

The thirst I had of knowledge, and voutsaft

This friendly condescention to relate

Things else by me unsearchable, now heard [ 10 ]

With wonder, but delight, and, as is due,

With glorie attributed to the high

Creator; something yet of doubt remaines,

Which onely thy solution can resolve.

When I behold this goodly Frame, this World [ 15 ]

Of Heavn and Earth consisting, and compute,

Thir magnitudes, this Earth a spot, a graine,

An Atom, with the Firmament compard

And all her numberd Starrs, that seem to rowle

Spaces incomprehensible (for such [ 20 ]

Thir distance argues and thir swift return

Diurnal) meerly to officiate light

Round this opacous Earth, this punctual spot,

One day and night; in all thir vast survey

Useless besides, reasoning I oft admire, [ 25 ]

How Nature wise and frugal could commit

Such disproportions, with superfluous hand

So many nobler Bodies to create,

Greater so manifold to this one use,

For aught appeers, and on thir Orbs impose [ 30 ]

Such restless revolution day by day

Repeated, while the sedentarie Earth,

That better might with farr less compass move,

Servd by more noble then her self, attaines

Her end without least motion, and receaves, [ 35 ]

As Tribute such a sumless journey brought

Of incorporeal speed, her warmth and light;

Speed, to describe whose swiftness Number failes.