◊◊◊◊◊ Few decades later, John Milton (1608 – 1674) as if gazing through Galileo’s invention, the telescope, wrote in ‘Paradise Lost’ :-[13]

The golden Sun in splendor likest Heaven
Allur’d his eye : Thither his course he bends
Through the calm Firmament ; but up or downe
By center, or eccentric, hard to tell,
Or Longitude, where the great Luminarie
Alooff the vulgar Constellations thick,
That from his Lordly eye keep distance due,
Dispenses Light from farr ; they as they move
Thir Starry dance in numbers that compute
Days, months, and years, toward his all-chearing Lamp
Turn swift their various motions, or are turnd
By his magnetic beam, that gently warms
The Univers, and to each inward part
With gentle penetration, though unseen,
Shoots invisible virtue even to the deep :
So wondrously was set his Station bright.
Their lands the Fiend, a spot like which perhaps
Astronomer in the Sun’s lucent Orbe
Through his glaz’d Optic Tube yet never saw……

Here, the poet gazing at ‘the calm Firmament’ and its ‘center, or eccentric, hard to tell’ outlines the Lordly assignations between these two limits.