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CANTO III.] And held the sun was but a piece Of red-hot iron as big as Greece; Believ'd the heav'ns were made of stone, Because the sun had voided one; And, rather than lie would recant Th' opinion, suffer'd banishment. But what, alas! is it to us, Whether i' th' moon, men thus or thus Do eat their porridge, cut their corns, Or whether they have tails or horns? What trade from thence can you advance, But what we nearer have from France? What can our travellers bring home, That is not to be learnt at Rome? What politics, or strange opinions, That are not in our own dominions? What science can be brought from thence, In which we do not here commence? What revelations, or religions, That are not in our native regions? Are sweating-lanterns, or screen-fans, Made better there than they're in France? Or do they teach to sing and play, O' th' guitar there a newer way? Can they make plays there, that shall fit The public humour with less wit?