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“This primal Orb, that rolling doth enclose the lesser circles in its lines confin’d; this Sphere, whose flood of clearest radiance flows blinding man’s vision and his vulgar mind is hight th’ Empyrean:
Here the Blest repose, here perfect Spirits bliss eternal find, inèffable joys which He alone may ken Who hath no likeness in the World of Men.