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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:
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