Old Bardianna, too, revolved.

He says so himself.

In his roundabout chapter on Cycles and Epicycles, with Notes on the Ecliptic, he thus discourseth:--'All things revolve upon some center, to them, fixed; for the centripetal is ever too much for the centrifugal.

Wherefore, it is a perpetual cycling with us, without progression; and we fly round, whether we will or no.

To stop, were to sink into space.