Margaret Cavendish (Маргарет Кавендиш)

The Infinites of Matter

If all the World were a confused heape,
What was beyond? for this World is not great:
We finde it Limit hath, and Bound,
And like a Ball in compasse is made round:
And if that Matter, with which the World's made,
Be infinite, then more Worlds may be said;
Then Infinites of Worlds may we agree,
As well, as Infinites of Matters bee. 

1. What Atomes Make the Wind Collick
2. Of the Sympathy of Atomes
3. Of Sharpe Atomes
4. Motion and Figure
5. In the Center Atomes Never Separate

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