With draughts of wine refreshed his sight,
And saw the earth's rotation;
Each planet then its orb described,
The moon got under way, sir;
These truths from nature he imbibed
For he drank his bottle a day, sir!
"The noble[[778]] Tycho placed the stars,
Each in its due location;
He lost his nose[[779]] by spite of Mars,
But that was no privation: