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THE SECOND BOOKE 275<br />

wheelings, the windings, and enterlacements of the<br />

celestial bodies diapred in colours, acco<strong>rd</strong>ing to Plato,<br />

about the spindle of necessity.<br />

Miindus domus est maxima remm,<br />

Quam quinque altitoncc fi agmme zones<br />

Cingunt) per quam hmbus pictus bis sex signis,<br />

Stellimicantibus, alius, in obliquo athere, Lunoe<br />

Bigas acceptat.<br />

<strong>The</strong> world, of things the grpatest habitation,<br />

Which five high-thundnng Zones by separation<br />

Engi<strong>rd</strong>, through which a scarfe depamted faire<br />

With twice six signes star-shimog in the aire*<br />

Obliquely raisde, the waine<br />

0' th Moone doth entertaine.<br />

<strong>The</strong>y are all dreames, and mad follies. Why will not<br />

nature one day be pleased to open her hosome to us,<br />

and make us perfectly see the meanes and conduct of her<br />

motions, and enable our eyes to judge of them? Oh,<br />

good God, what abuses, and what distractions should<br />

we find in our poor understanding and weake knowledge<br />

! I am deceived if she hold one thing directly<br />

in its point, and I shall part hence more ignorant of all<br />

other things than mine ignorance. Have I not seene<br />

this divine saying in Plato, that Nature is nothing but<br />

an aenigmaticall poesie ? As a man might say, an overshadowed<br />

and darke picture, enter-shming with an<br />

infinite varietie of false lights, to exercise our conjectures<br />

: Latent ista omnia crassis occnltuta et circumjusa<br />

tenebris: ut nulla acles humani ingenii tanta sit, qtw<br />

penetrare incielum, terram tntrare posmt:¹ ' All these<br />

things lye hid so veiled and environed with misty darknesse,<br />

as no edge of man is so piersant as it can passe<br />

into heaven or dive into the earth.' And truly<br />

Philosophy is nothing else but a sophisticated poesie:<br />

whence have these ancient authors all their authorities<br />

but from poets ? And the first were poets themselves,<br />

and in their art treated the same. Plato is but a loose<br />

poet. All high and more than humane sciences are<br />

decked and enrobed with a poeticall style. Even as<br />

¹ CIC. Acad. Qu. 1. iv.

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