Now sith so farre as sense can ever trie
We find new worlds, that still new worlds there be,
And round about in infinite numbers lie,
Further then reach of mans weak phantasie
(Without suspition of temeritie)
We may conclude; as well as men conclude
That there is aire farre ’bove the mountains high,
Or that th’ Earth a sad substance doth include
Even to the Centre with like qualities indu’d.