Winter meditations directions how to employ the leisure of the winter for the glory…

But yet our Erect Figure, instructs us to Raise our Looks, unto the Stars, among which, if we were Lodged we should quite Loose our Sight of this Globe; tho' it be above Twenty Six Thousand Italian Miles, in the compass of it. We have the fairest and fullest view of the Stars in the Winter: (even the Cloud in Cancer, has been sometimes then see, full of little Stars:) but what are those Few, for they are not many more than a Thousand, of the Stars, which we see without a Telescope, compared ⟨p. 20⟩unto the Innumerable Mi•••ns, wherewith from That, we justly suppose the Aether to be replenished? The Wandering Stars, the Fixed Stars, and the Satellites of each, how inexplicably circumstanced are they? How Regular to the Hundredth part of a Minute, are they in their Motions? and how more •ulky than our Earth, an hundred times over, in their Dimensions? If at last we Descend into the Sun, that vast Fiery Globe, which is the Centre, and the Support, of the whole Visible World Besides; The Philosopher thought himself Made and Born for nothing so much, as to Behold this Heavenly Fire ball: 'tis by the Ancient, and Soberest Computation, at least an hundred & sixty times bigger than That Planer, whereof we are the Inhabitants: whereas indeed such more Accurate Astronomers, as the Incomparable Heveli•s, have a•lerred the Sun to be three thousand, four hundred and sixty two times bigger than this Earth, which is given to the Children of Men; but how much does it then, Declare the Glory of God, and show forth His Hand; work? Let the Winter, when we see least of him, give us Leisure to be most Apprehensive of it.

But yet our Erect Figure, instructs us to Raise our Looks, unto the Stars, among which, if we were Lodged we should quite Loose our Sight of this Globe; tho' it be above Twenty Six Thousand Italian Miles, in the compass of it. We have the fairest and fullest view of the Stars in the Winter: (even the Cloud in Cancer, has been sometimes then see, full of little Stars:) but what are those Few, for they are not many more than a Thousand, of the Stars, which we see without a Telescope, compared ⟨p. 20⟩unto the Innumerable Mi•••ns, wherewith from That, we justly suppose the Aether to be replenished? The Wandring Stars, the Fixed Stars, and the Satellites of each, how inexplicably circumstanced are they? How Regular to the Hundredth part of a Minute, are they in their Motions? and how more ulky than our Earth, an hundred times over, in their Dimensions? If at last we Descend into the Sun, that vast Fiery Globe, which is the Center, and the Support, of the whole Visible World Besides; The Philosopher thought himself Made and Born for nothing so much, as to Behold this Heavenly Fire ball: 'tis by the Ancient, and Soberest Computation, at least an hundred & sixty times bigger than That Planer, whereof we are the Inhabitants: whereas indeed such more Accurate Astronomers, as the Incomparable Hevelis, have alerred the Sun to be three thousand, four hundred and sixty two times bigger than this Earth, which is given to the Children of Men; but how much does it then, Declare the Glory of God, and shew forth His Hand; work? Let the Winter, when we see least of him, give us Liesure to be most Apprehensive of it.