Such Asterismes, where Sol himselfe confines)
A common Suffrage nevethelesse may aim,
(Not to give verdict) but the gift proclaim.
That judgment let me enter. They indite,
That here’s vast profit, mixt with high delight;
That what’s suppos’d a Narrative, will be
To him that reads, a Naturall History.
For in that Horison, your pen doth misse,
Nor Heaven, Earth, Sea, nor ought that in them is.
Not a new Star can scape your Observation,