For now conceive the aire and azure skie
All swept away from Saturn to the Sunne,
Which each is to be wrought by him on high.
Then in this place let all the Planets runne
(As erst they did before this feat was done)
If not by nature, yet by divine power,
Ne one hairs breadth their former circuits shun
And still for fuller proof, th’ Astronomer
Observe their hights as in the empty heavens they scoure.