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Rh  He views in bredth, and without longer paue Down right into the Worlds firt Region throws His flight precipitant, and windes with eae Through the pure marble Air his oblique way Amongt innumerable Stars, that hon Stars ditant, but nigh hand eemd other Worlds, Or other Worlds they eemd, or happy Iles, Like thoe Heperian Gardens fam'd of old, Fortunate Fields, and Groves and flourie Vales, 570 Thrice happy Iles, but who dwelt happy there He tayd not to enquire: above them all The golden Sun in plendor liket Heaven Allur'd his eye: Thither his coure he bends Through the calm Firmament; but up or downe By center, or eccentric, hard to tell, Or Longitude, where the great Luminarie Alooff the vulgar Contellations thick, That from his Lordly eye keep ditance due, Dipenes Light from farr; they as they move 580 Thir Sarry dance in numbers that compute Days, months, and years, towards his all-cheering Lamp Turn wift their various motions, or are turnd By his Magnetic beam, that gently warms The Univers, and to each inward part With gentle penetration, though uneen, Shoots inviible vertue even to the deep: So wondrouly was et his Station bright. There lands the Fiend, a pot like which perhaps Atronomer in the Sun’s lucent Orbe 590 Through his glaz'd Optic Tube yet never aw. The place he found beyond expreion bright, Compar'd with aught on Earth, Medal or Stone;