TO MR. COOK

I hâve just been sporting myself with some wild Fancys, wch to amuse myself I hâve wrote clown. I dare trust them to your Candour, as a Friend. — Do not examine the Allusions, till you hâve read quite thro.

As I walked in ye Orchard last night by star light, I was raising my imagination to the sublime notions of ye modem philosophy, wch makes ye earth to be of ye nature of a planet, moving round ye sun, and supposes ail ye fixed stars to be suns in their respective Systems, each ofthem surrounded, like this of ours, by a Quire of Planets. And why, thought I, may not ail thèse Planets be inhabited,