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. The Weight of Atomes
2. What Atomes Make Death
3. Of Sharpe Atomes
4. The Bignesse of Atomes
5. All Sharpe Atomes Do Run To The Center, And

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