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54 Betwixt them both a greater circle lies, And equally bisects the starry skies. When Phœbus cuts this way, He gives to man the balanc'd night and day: When weeping Autumn mourns the empty fields, And when to genial Spring stern Winter yields. On it the his golden fleece reclines; To it his crooked knees the inclines; On it diamond-studded waist; To it the lifts her coiled breast; Onward through outstretch'd  its track, Cutting the, and the brawny back Of. Closely soars above The mighty messenger of thundering Jove. Nor distant far the snorting , With flowing mane pursues his daily course.

The orbits of three circles we have trac'd, Directly round the polar axis plac'd: The fourth, obliquely running through the sky From lowest Capricorn to Cancer high, Touches each Tropic, and unites the twain, Twice cutting through the equinoctial line. No skilful hand, though Pallas lent her art, To orbs such various movements could impart, Harmonious all. On the celestial sphere Though stars untold, as ocean's sand, appear,