And after her Mars rangeth in a round
With firie locks and angry flaming eye,
And next to him mild Jupiter is found,
But Saturn cold wons in our utmost skie.
The skirts of his large Kingdome surely lie
Near to the confines of some other worlds
Whose Centres are the fixed starres on high,
’Bout which as their own proper Suns are hurld
Joves, Earths and Saturns; round on their own axes twurld.