Spinning the unnumbered threads that Time hath woven,
And weaves, upgathering in his furthest house
To store from sight; but what ’tis joy to learn
Or use to know, that may’st thou ask of right.
In. Then tell me, for thou knowest, what is fire?
Pr. Know then, O king, that this fair earth of men,
The Olympus of the gods, and all the heavens
Are lesser kingdoms of the boundless space 571
Wherein Fate rules; they have their several times,
Their seasons and the limit of their thrones,