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

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              greateſt Senſations, as for inſtance it would be, if we that feel the
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              reſpirations of a gentle gale, ſhould not feel the impulſe of a
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              petual winde that beateth upon us with a velocity that runs more
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              than 2529 miles an hour, for ſo much is the ſpace that the centre
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              of the Earth in its annual motion paſſeth in an hour upon the
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              cumference of the grand Orb, as he diligently calculates; and
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              becauſe, as he ſaith, by the judgment of
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              Copernicus, Cum terra
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              movetur circumpoſitus aër, motus tamen ejus, velocior licet ac
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              pidior celerrimo quocunque vento, à nohis non ſentiretur, ſed
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              ma tum tranquilitas reputaretur, niſi alius motus accederet. </s>
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              eſt verò decipi ſenſum, niſi hæc eſſet deceptio
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              ? [
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              Which I make to
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              ſpeak to this ſenſe.
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              ] The circumpoſed air is moved with the Earth,
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              yet its motion, although more ſpeedy and rapid than the ſwifteſt
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              wind whatſoever, would not be perceived by us, but then would
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              be thought a great tranquillity, unleſſe ſome other motion ſhould
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              happen; what then is the deception of the ſenſe, if this be
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              not?</s>
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              The annual
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              tion of the Earth
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              muſt cauſe a
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              petual and ſtrong
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              winde.
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              <s>SALV. </s>
              <s>It muſt needs be that this Philoſopher thinketh, that
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              that Earth which
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              Copernicus
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              maketh to turn round, together with
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              the ambient air along the circumference of the great Orb, is not that
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              whereon we inhabit, but ſome other ſeparated from this; for that this
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              of ours carrieth us alſo along with it with the ſame velocity, as
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              ſo the circumjacent air: And what beating of the air can we feel,
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              when we fly with equal ſpeed from that which ſhould accoſt us?
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              <s>This Gentleman forgot, that we no leſs than the Earth and air are
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              carried about, and that conſequently we are always touch'd by
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              one and the ſame part of the air, which yet doth not make us feel
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              it.</s>
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              The air alwayes
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              touching us with
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              the ſame part of it
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              cannot make us
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              feel it.
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              <s>SIMP. </s>
              <s>But I rather think that he did not ſo think; hear the
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              words which immediately follow.
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              Præterea nos quoque rotamur
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              ex circumductione terræ &c.
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              <s>SALV. </s>
              <s>Now I can no longer help nor excuſe him; do you
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              plead for him and bring him off,
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              Simplicius.
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              <s>SIMP. </s>
              <s>I cannot thus upon the ſudden think of an excuſe that
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              pleaſeth me.</s>
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              <s>SALV. </s>
              <s>Go to; take this whole night to think on it, and
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              fend him to morrow; in the mean time let us hear ſome other of
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              his objections.</s>
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              <s>SIMP. </s>
              <s>He proſecuteth the ſame Objection, ſhewing, that in the
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              way of
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              Copernicus,
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              a man muſt deny his own ſenſes. </s>
              <s>For that
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              this principle whereby we turn round with the Earth, either is
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              intrinſick to us, or external; that is, a rapture of that Earth; and
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              if it be this ſecond, we not feeling any ſuch rapture, it muſt be
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              confeſſed that the ſenſe of feeling, doth not feel its own object
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              touching it, nor its impreſſion on the ſenſible part: but if the </s>
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