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Margaret Cavendish (Маргарет Кавендиш)


Of The Center


IN Infinites no Center can be laid,
But if the World has Limits, Center's made.
For whatsoe're's with Circumference fac'd,
A Center in the midst must needs be plac'd.
This makes all Formes that Limit have; and Bound,
To have a Center, and Circumference round.
This is the Cause; the World in circle runs,
Because a Center hath whereon it turnes.
The Center small, Circumference big without,
Which by the weight doth make it turne about. 



Margaret Cavendish's other poems:
  1. Of Sharpe Atomes
  2. All Sharpe Atomes Do Run To The Center, And
  3. The Weight Of Atomes
  4. What Atomes Make Death
  5. Cavendish


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