Cryes out the Tragical Poet. All those things, which you behold and wonder at, do either perish in their courses; or are certainly changed. Do you see that Sun? He is sometimes ecclipsed: The Moon? She suffers in the like kind, and has her waines. The Starrs? They shoot and fall; and howsoever the wit of Man may seek to palliate and excuse the matter; Yet there have and will be such accidents amongst those celestial Bodies; as may pose the skill, and stagger the Minds of the ablest Mathematician. I omit to speak of Commets of various Form, and different Scituation and Motion; concerning which, that they all have their Birth from, and Motion in the Air, is a thing which Philosophy it self cannot easily perswade me to believe. But behold (of late) there are certain new kinds of Motion and Starrs found out, which have cut out work for the Astrologers. There arose
