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

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              <s>GALILÆUS
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              Gailæus Lyncæus,
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              HIS
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              SYSTEME
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              OF THE
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              WORLD.</s>
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              <s>The Fourth Dialogue.</s>
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              INTERLOCVTORS.
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              <s>SALVIATUS, SAGREDUS, & SIMPLICIUS.</s>
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              <s>SAGR. </s>
              <s>I know not whether your return to our
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              accuſtomed conferences hath really been
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              later than uſual, or whether the deſire
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              of hearing the thoughts of
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              Salviatus,
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              touching a matter ſo curious, hath
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              made me think it ſo: But I have
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              ried a long hour at this window,
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              cting every moment when the
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              Gondola
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              would appear that I ſent to fetch you.</s>
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              <s>SALV. </s>
              <s>I verily believe that your imagination more than our
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              tarriance hath prolonged the time: and to make no longer
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              murre, it would be well, if without interpoſing more words, we
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              came to the matter it ſelf; and did ſhew, that nature hath
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              mitted (whether the buſineſs
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              in rei veritate
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              be ſo, or elſe to play </s>
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