Poem by Margaret Cavendish

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 Bignesse of Atomes
2. Of the Sympathy of Atomes
3. Of Loose Atomes
4. All Sharpe Atomes Do Run To The Center, And
5. Of Sharpe Atomes

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