JUst at the Center is a point that'ssmall,
Those Atomes that are there are wedg'd in all;
They lye so close, firme in one Body binde,
No other Forme, or Motion can unwinde:
For they are wreath'd so hard about that point,
As they become a Circle without joynt.
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