We thinke the heavens enjoy their Spherical, Their round proportion embracing all. But yet their various and perplexed course, Observ'd in divers ages doth enforce Men to finde out so many Eccentrique parts, Such divers downe-right lines, such overthwarts, As disproportion that pure forme. It teares The Firmament in eight and forty sneers.
In: A.J. Smith (ed.), The Complete English Poems of John Donne - An Anatomie of the World, First Anniversary, l. 251-258 - St. Martin's Press. 1971