Salusbury, Thomas, Mathematical collections and translations (Tome I), 1667

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              <s>
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              The annual and
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              diurnal motion are
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              compatible in the
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              Earth.
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              Every penſil and
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              librated, body
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              ryed round in the
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              circumference of a
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              circle, acquireth of
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              it ſelf a motion in
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              it ſelf contrary to
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              that.
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              An Experiment
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              which ſenſibly
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              ſhews that two
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              trary motions may
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              naturally agree
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              the ſame
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              able.
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              The third motion
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              aſcribed to the
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              Earth is rather
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              reſting
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              able.
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              An admirable
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              intern vertœe of the
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              terreſtrial Globe of
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              alwayes beholding
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              the ſame part of
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              Heaven.
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              The terreſtriæl
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              Globe made of
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              Loade-ſtone.
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              <s>SIMP. </s>
              <s>Then you are one of thoſe it ſeems that hold the
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              netick Phyloſophy
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              William
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              ^{*}
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              Gilbert.
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              An eminent
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              Doctor of Phyſick,
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              our Countreyman,
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              born at
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              Coloheſter,
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              and famous for this
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              his learned
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              tiſe, publiſhed
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              bout 60 years ſince
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              at
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              London, The
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              Magnetick
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              loſophy of
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              William
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              Gilbert.</s>
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              <s>SALV. </s>
              <s>I am for certain, and think that all thoſe that have
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              ſeriouſly read his Book, and tried his experiments, will bear me
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              company therein; nor ſhould I deſpair, that what hath befallen
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              me in this caſe, might poſſibly happen to you alſo, if ſo be a
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              rioſity, like to mine, and a notice that infinite things in Nature
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              are ſtill conceal'd from the wits of mankind, by delivering you
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              from being captivated by this or that particular writer in natural
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              things, ſhould but ſlacken the reines of your Reaſon, and
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              lifie the contumacy and tenaceouſneſſe of your ſenſe; ſo as that
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              they would not refuſe to hearken ſometimes to novelties never
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              before ſpoken of. </s>
              <s>But (permit me to uſe this phraſe) the
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              nimity of vulgar Wits is come to that paſſe, that not only like
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              blind men, they make a gift, nay tribute of their own aſſent to
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              whatſoever they find written by thoſe Authours, which in the
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              infancy of their Studies were laid before them, as authentick by
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              their Tutors, but refuſe to hear (not to ſay examine) any new
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              Propoſition or Probleme, although it not only never hath been
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              confuted, but not ſo much as examined or conſidered by their
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              Authours. </s>
              <s>Amongſt which, one is this, of inveſtigating what is
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              the true, proper, primary, interne, and general matter and
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              ſtance of this our Terreſtrial Globe; For although it never came
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              into the mind either of
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              Ariſtotle,
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              or of any one elſe, before
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              liam Gilbert
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              to think that it might be a Magnet, ſo far are
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              ſtotle
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              and the reſt from confuting this opinion, yet nevertheleſſe
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              I have met with many, that at the very firſt mention of it, as a
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              Horſe at his own ſhadow, have ſtart back, and refuſed to
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              courſe thereof, and cenſured the conceipt for a vain
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              Chymæra,
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              yea, for a ſolemn madneſſe: and its poſſible the Book of
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              Gilbert
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              had never come to my hands, if a Peripatetick Philoſopher, of great
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              fame, as I believe, to free his Library from its contagion, had not
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              given it me.</s>
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              <s>
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              The
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              mity of Popular
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              Wits.
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              <s>SIMP. I, who ingenuouſly confeſſe my ſelf to be one of
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              thoſe vulgar Wits, and never till within theſe few dayes that I
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              have been admitted to a ſhare in your conferences, could I
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              tend to have in the leaſt withdrawn from thoſe trite and
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              lar paths, yet, for all that, I think I have advantaged my ſelf ſo
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              much, as that I could without much trouble or difficulty, maſter
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              the roughneſſes of theſe novel and fantaſtical opinions.</s>
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              <s>SALV. </s>
              <s>If that which
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              Gilbert
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              writeth be true, then is it no
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              pinion, but the ſubject of Science; nor is it new, but as antient
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              as the Earth it ſelf; nor can it (being true) be rugged or
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              cult, but plain and eaſie; and when you pleaſe I ſhall make you
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              feel the ſame in your hand, for that you of your ſelf fancy it to </s>
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