"The world's a mansion that doth all things hold, Which thundering zones, in number five, enfold, Through which a girdle, painted with twelve signs, And that with sparkling constellations, shines, In heaven's arch marks the diurnal course For the sun's chariot and his fiery horse."
Endroit: Chapter XII. Apology For Raimond Sebond. · ¶2569 Licence: Public domain · Source Le texte est donné tel que dans l'édition, sans retouche.