I will not say our world is infinite,
But that infinitie of worlds ther be.
The Centre of our world’s the lively light
Of the warm sunne, the visible Deitie
Of this externall Temple. Mercurie
Next plac’d and warm’d more throughly by his rayes,
Right nimbly ’bout his golden head doth flie:
Then Venus nothing slow about him strayes,
And next our Earth though seeming sad full spritely playes.