from Andrew Marvell's "Upon Appleton House, to my Lord Fairfax" (1651)

Tis not, what once it was, the World;

But a rude heap together hurl'd;

All negligently overthrown,

Gulfes, Deserts, Precipices, Stone.

Your lesser World contains the same.

But in more decent Order tame;

You Heaven's Center, Nature's Lap.

And Paradice's only Map.

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But now the Salmon-Fishers moist

Their Leathern Boats begin to hoist;

And, like Antipodes in Shoes,

Have shod their Heads in their Canoos.

How Tortoise like, but not so slow,

These rational Amphibii go?

Let's in: for the dark Hemisphere

Does now like one of them appear.