Memorabilia Mathematica; or, the Philomath's Quotation-Book
Science
Memorabilia Mathematica; or, the Philomath's Quotation-Book
Mathematics; Mathematics -- Quotations, maxims, etc.
=1572.= [Mathematics] is the fruitful Parent of, I had almost
said all, Arts, the unshaken Foundation of Sciences, and the
plentiful Fountain of Advantage to Human Affairs. In which last
Respect, we may be said to receive from the _Mathematics_, the
principal Delights of Life, Securities of Health, Increase of
Fortune, and Conveniences of Labour: That we dwell elegantly and
commodiously, build decent Houses for ourselves, erect stately
Temples to God, and leave wonderful Monuments to Posterity: That
we are protected by those Rampires from the Incursions of the
Enemy; rightly use Arms, skillfully range an Army, and manage War
by Art, and not by the Madness of wild Beasts: That we have safe
Traffick through the deceitful Billows, pass in a direct Road
through the tractless Ways of the Sea, and come to the designed
Ports by the uncertain Impulse of the Winds: That we rightly cast
up our Accounts, do Business expeditiously, dispose, tabulate,
and calculate scattered Ranks of Numbers, and easily compute
them, though expressive of huge Heaps of Sand, nay immense Hills
of Atoms: That we make pacifick Separations of the Bounds of
Lands, examine the Moments of Weights in an equal Balance, and
distribute every one his own by a just Measure: That with a light
Touch we thrust forward vast Bodies which way we will, and stop a
huge Resistance with a very small Force: That we accurately
delineate the Face of this Earthly Orb, and subject the Oeconomy
of the Universe to our Sight: That we aptly digest the flowing
Series of Time, distinguish what is acted by due Intervals,
rightly account and discern the various Returns of the Seasons,
the stated Periods of Years and Months, the alternate Increments
of Days and Nights, the doubtful Limits of Light and Shadow, and
the exact Differences of Hours and Minutes: That we derive the
subtle Virtue of the Solar Rays to our Uses, infinitely extend
the Sphere of Sight, enlarge the near Appearances of Things,
bring to Hand Things remote, discover Things hidden, search
Nature out of her Concealments, and unfold her dark Mysteries:
That we delight our Eyes with beautiful Images, cunningly imitate
the Devices and portray the Works of Nature; imitate did I say?
nay excel, while we form to ourselves Things not in being,
exhibit Things absent, and represent Things past: That we
recreate our Minds and delight our Ears with melodious Sounds,
attemperate the inconstant Undulations of the Air to musical
Tunes, add a pleasant Voice to a sapless Log and draw a sweet
Eloquence from a rigid Metal; celebrate our Maker with an
harmonious Praise, and not unaptly imitate the blessed Choirs of
Heaven: That we approach and examine the inaccessible Seats of
the Clouds, the distant Tracts of Land, unfrequented Paths of the
Sea; lofty Tops of the Mountains, low Bottoms of the Valleys, and
deep Gulphs of the Ocean: That in Heart we advance to the Saints
themselves above, yea draw them to us, scale the etherial
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