That ingenious Man ſuppoſing himſelf carried by ſome Angel thro’ the vaſt Spaces of Heaven, and round the Stars, tells us, he ſaw a great many things, ſome of which he had out of the Books of Aſtronomers, the reſt are the Product of his own Fancy and Thoughts. But, before he enters upon his Journey, he lays down theſe two Things as certain; that no Motion muſt be allowed the Earth, and that God has made nothing in the Planets, no not ſo much as Herbs, which has either Life or Senſe in it. Leaving then the Syſtem of Copernicus, he chuſes Tycho for his Guide. But when he ſuppoſes all the fix’d Stars to be Suns, and round each of them places their Planets, here (againſt his Will I ſuppoſe) he has unawares made an infinite number of Copernican Syſtems. All which, beſide their own Motion, he abſurdly makes to be carried, with an incredible ſwiftneſs, in twenty four Hours round the Earth. Since moſt of theſe Worlds are out of the Reach of any Man’s ſight, as he owns they are, I cannot think for what purpoſe he makes ſo many Suns to ſhine upon deſolate Lands (like our Earth in every thing, he ſays, only that they have neither Plants nor Animals) where there’s no one to whom they ſhould give light. And from hence he ſtill falls into more and more Abſurdities. And becauſe he could find no other uſe of the Planets, even in our Syſtem, he is forc’d to beg Help of the Aſtrologers; and would have all thoſe vaſt Bodies made upon no other account than that the whole Univerſe might be preſerved and continue ſecure by their means, and that they might govern the Mind of Man by their various and regular Influences. Accordingly, to gratify Aſtrology, he ſays that Venus was the moſt pleaſant Place, every thing fine and handſome, its Light gentle, its Waters ſweet and purling, and it ſelf beſet all about with ſhining Chryſtals. In Jupiter he found wholeſome and ſweet Gales, delicate Waters, and a Land ſhining like Silver. For from theſe two Planets it ſeems, Men have all that is happy and healthful poured down upon them; and all that renders them handſome and lovely, wiſe and grave, is owing to their Influences. Mercury had I don’t know what Airineſs and Briskneſs in it; whence Men derive, when they are firſt born, all their Wit and Cunning. Mars was nothing but infernal, ſtinking, black Flames and Smoke: and Saturn was all melancholy, dreadful, naſty, and dark: for theſe are the Planets (I don’t know why, but all Fortune-tellers hate them) that bring all the Plagues and Miſchiefs that we feel upon us, and would exerciſe their Spite ſtill more, unleſs they were ſometimes mitigated and corrected by the benign and kind Influences of the other Planets. All this and ſuch like Stuff his Genius teaches him. Which he makes give a ſerious Anſwer to this idle Queſtion, Whether a Jew or Heathen could be duly and rightly baptized in the Waters of Venus? Of him too he learns that the Heaven of the fix’d Stars is not made of ſolid Matter, but of a thin