And what is done in this Terrestriall starre
The same is done in every Orb beside.
Each flaming Circle that we see from farre
Is but a knot in Psyches garment tide.
From that lax shadow cast throughout the wide
And endlesse world, that low’st projection
Of universall life each thing’s deriv’d
What e’re appeareth in corporeall fashion;
For body’s but this spirit, fixt, grosse by conspissation.