John Dryden

And as five zones th’ aetherial regions bind,
Five, correspondent, are to Earth assign’d:
The sun with rays, directly darting down,
Fires all beneath, and fries the middle zone:
The two beneath the distant poles, complain
Of endless winter, and perpetual rain.    
Betwixt th’ extreams, two happier climates hold
The temper that partakes of hot, and cold.

Ovid via John Dryden*