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 Of burnt-up ashes, that do strow

Great cities in the plains below.

The setting Sun is oft made dim

With smoky mists that circle him.

So all the World's on smoking bent,

And puffs and fumes to its content:

Fill up the bowl then, fill it high,

Fill all the gaping pipes, for why

Should every creature smoke but I;

Why, man of morals, tell me why?"

This, as it seems to me, contains an exceeding just view of the subject, in so far as is compatible with the poetical and metaphorical diction, although it wants that exact and philosophical minuteness which is to be desired. But yet I esteem it of great weight in testifying to the Macrocosmical doctrines entertained by many and weighty doctors, notably by Vanderhorstius, De Solutione Nebularum, Lugd. Bat., 1634; also by Thomas Schelsegensis, De Gigabilitate, De Idolis Limi, &c., so its place here is sufficiently warranted.

Now, since the First Part treated of the matter, it follows that the Second