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not suffer the Moon to receive any Light from the Sun, without whose Supply she is always a dark Body, for from it she borroweth her Light.

Q. What Comparison is there in the Greatness of fome Stars and the Earth ?

A. Though the fir Distance of them from the Earth makes their Rays approach our Eyes in a sharp-pointed Angle, whereby they seem to our Sight and Judgment no broader than one HandBreadth ; yet is every fixed Star far greater in Compass than the whole Earth, every wandering Star likewise bigger than the faine, (Venus and Mercury excepted) and likewise Luna, which is but the thirty-ninth part of the Earth; Sol is bigger than the Earth 166 times, Saturn 9; times, Niars 91 times, Jupiter gi; Venus lefser than the Earth 32 times, and Mercury least of all, and is contained of the Earth, three thousand, one Hundred, and forty-four times.

e Into how many Regions is the Air divided ?

A. The Air is divided into three Regions, by the natural Philosophers both of antient and modern times ; that is to say, into the Highest, Lowest, and Middlemoft. In the highest Region, turned about by the Element of Fire, are bred all Liglitnings, Firedrakes, Comets, Blazing Stars, and fich like ; in the middle Region, all cold and watry Impressions, as Frost, Snow, Ice, and Hail ; in the lowest Region, some what more hot, by reason of the Beams of the Sun reflecting from the Earth, are bred all Clouds, Dews, Rain, and such like.

Q. What is the Equinoctial, and wherefore is it so called ?

A. The Equino&tial is a great Circle, which being every part equally distant from the two Poles of the World, dividech the Sphere in the very midst thereof into equal Parts, and therefore it js called the Equinoctial, because when the Sun toucheth this Circle, which is but twice in the Year, it maketh the Day and Night of an equal Length; which Equinoctial happeneth the eleventh of March and thirteenth of September.


Q. Who was the first that was of Opinion that the Earth moved round the Center of the Sun ?

A. Copernicus was the first that declared himself of this Opinion, (a Doctrine very strange in these Times) but now this Opinion is adopted by our ablest Aftronomers.


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TE Groves and flow'ry Vales, in you we find;
Your charming Scenes th' attentive Mind supply,
With Pleasure in its nice Variety ;
Nature does here her Virgin smiles afford,
And shews ùs Paradise again reford ;
Our Souls their former Harmony acquire,
And vexing Care and conscious Guilt retire.
Propitious Solitude, thou kind Retreat,
From all the vain Amusements of the Great,
In thee alone without Disguft we prove,

The endless Sweets of Innocence and Love.
Flourish, ye gentle Shades, and rural Seats,
Let endless Verdure deck your soft Retreats,
Peace dwell upon your Banks, ye silver Streams,
The Muse's chaste Delights and conflant Themes ;
For ever you the Poet's Breast inspire
With sprightly Joys, and wake the golden Lyre.
What Pow'r, enchanting Solitude, is thine,
That Men, for thee, the deareft Ties resign!
For thee, the Monarch lays his Crown afide,
And the young Lover quits his weeping Bride ;

The Hero gives the Chase of Honour o'er,
And Fame, and glorious Conqueft, tempt no more s
The softer Sex, with fearless Piety,
To Woods and favage Wilds have follow'd thee.
Fair Magdalen the flatt'ring World declin'd,
And to a narrow Cave her Charms confin'd;
In Herod's wanton Court admir'd the shone,
And all the tempting Paths of Vice had known:
To her's the Beauties of the Hebrew Race,
Rachel's and Tamar's boasted Fame gave place.
Love triumph'd in her Voice, her Looks and Mien,
And Love in all her fatal Form was seen ;
A thousand youthful Hearts her Pow'r obey'd,
And Homage to her soft Dominion paid :
But thus in Nature's gayest Bloom admir'd,
A Penitent the glorioufly retir'd;
Her costly Ornaments are laid afide,
With all the vain Address of Female Pride ;
Her Hair neglected o'er her Bosom fow'd,
And Charms beyond the Reach of Art beftow*d.
A mourning Robe she wore, a penfive Grace,
And soft Remorse, fat on her lovely Face ;
A vaulted Rock for her Retreat the chose ;
Among the Clifts a murm'ring Fountain rofe':
Her Contemplation, Pray'r and lofty Praile,
In folemn Order measur'd out her Days.
To Heav'n her Vows with early Ardour fled,
Before the Sun his Morning Glories spread :
When from his Height he pour'd down golden

Her wing'd Devotion met his Noon:

Day Beams,
Till in the West with fainter Light he shone,
Untir'd the heavenly Votary went on.
The Moon ferene in Midnight Splendour fat,
With countless Stars attending on her State ;
The Cares; and noisy Business of the Day,
In Reft and soothing Dreams dissolv'd away ;
The drowsy Waters crept along the Shore,
And Shepherds pin'd upon the Banks no more ;


The Trees their Whispers ceas'd, the gentle Gale
No longer danc'd along the dewy Vale;
The peaceful Ecchoes, undifturb'd with Sound,
Lay flumb'ring in the cavern'd Hills around
Faction, and Care, and Midnight Riot flept,
But still the lovely Saint her holy Vigils kept.

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For the MORNING,


LORY to thee, my God, who safe haft

, And me refresh'd, while I fecurely flept ; Lord, this Day guard me, left I may transgress; And all my Undertakings guide and bless; And as my Vows to thee I now renew, Scatter my by-past Sins as Morning Dew, That so thy Glory may shine clear chis Day, In all I either think, or do, or say. Amen.

For the EVENING.


FORGIVE me, deareft Lord, for thy dear Son,

many Ills that I ,
That with the World, myself, and then with thee.
I, 'ere I sleep, at perfect Peace may be ;
Teach me to live, that I may ever dread
My Grave as little as I do my Bed ;
Keep me this Night, o keep me, King of Kings,
Secure under thine own Almighty Wings. Amen.

Let not the Sun go down upon my Wrath, nor upon any other unrepented Sin.

Let me every Day write at the foot of my Ac: count, Reconciled to my God, and in Charity wirl all the World; that going to Bed with a quiet Conscience, I may fall a-sleep in Peace and Hope.

Conscience is God's Spy, and Man's Overleer; God's Deputy. Judge, holding its Court in the whole Soul ; bearing Witness of all a Man's No. ings and Desires, and accordingly excusing, or accusing ; absolving, or condemning; comforting, or tormenting What art thou then the better when none is by, so long as thy Conscience is by.

Conscience is the great Register, or Recorder, of the World. 'Tis to every Man his private Norasy, keeping Record of all his Acts and Deeds.

Thothe Darkness of the Night may hide us from others, and the Darkness of the Mind may hide us from our felves, yet fill the Conscience hath an Eye to look in secret upon whatever we do ; and tho' in many Men it sleeps in regard of Motion, yet it never Deeps in regard of Obfervation; and notice, it may be hard and seared, but it can never be blinded.

Conscience is God's Hiftorian, that writes not Annals, but Journals, the Words, Deeds and Cogitations of Hours and Moments.. Never was there so absolute a Compiler of Lives as Conscience is, it comes not with Prejudice or Acceptation of Persons, but dare fpeak the Truth of a Monarch, as well as of a Slave.

Manners make a Man, faith the Courtier :
Money makes a Man, faith the Citizen:
Learning makes a Man, faith the Scholar:
Conduct makes a Man, faith the Soldier:

But Sincerity in Religion makes a Man, faith the Divine.

Let us endeavour to walk in the Paths of Virtue and Religion, which will certainly entertain us with Pleasure all along the way, and crown us with Happiness at the End.

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