Nought still had been: eternal there must be.
But what eternal?—Why not human race?
And Adam’s ancestors without an end?
That’s hard to be conceiv’d. Yet grant it true,
Whence earth and these bright orbs?—Eternal too?
Grant matter was eternal, still these orbs
Would want some other father;—much design
Is seen in all their motions, all their makes:
Design implies intelligence, and art;
That can’t be from themselves, or man; that art