Matter being supposed eternal, there never was a time, when it could be diffused before its conglobation, or conglobated before its diffusion.

Heaven's gifts, which do like falling stars appear Scatter'd in others; all, as in their sphere, Were fix'd, conglobate in his soul; and thence Shone through his body, with sweet influence; Letting their glories so on each limb fall, The whole frame render'd was celestial.