On the Sphere of Archimedes

JOVE saw the Sphere Old Archimedes made,
And to the other Gods, he laughing said,
Such wondrous Skill can crafty Mortals get,
Of my great Work to make the Counterfeit?

Heav'n's and Earth's Constitutions, fixt by Fate,
This Syracusans Art does imitate;
His various Planets their just Order have,
Keeping by Springs the Motions which he gave;

Thrô the twelve Signs his Sun compleats its Years,
And each new Month, his Mock-New-Moon appears;
Pleas'd with his World, this Artist unconfin'd,
Boldly rules Heav'n in his aspiring Mind.

No more Salmoneus Thunder I admire,
Here's one has ap'd all Nature's Works entire.