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<HEAD>TO THE MEMORY Of my mo&s;t Honoured Friend Sir JONAS MOORE, Knight, <HI>Late Surveyor General of His Maje&s;ties Ordnance and Armories.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NAture fir&s;t rul'd the World by Laws unknown</L>
<L>To all the World, but to her &s;elf alone;</L>
<L>While man knew nothing more then how t'admire,</L>
<L>And &s;atisfi'd with Wonder, &s;ought no higher.</L>
<L>Then came the Dull Philo&s;opher, and he</L>
<L>Long time e&s;&s;ay'd with tedious &s;crutinie;</L>
<L>But after all, mo&s;t Happy he, and Wife,</L>
<L>That knows the hidden Cau&s;e of things, he cries.</L>
<L>The Cau&s;e of Thunder is but Cloudy Gue&s;s,</L>
<L>And what the dreadful Comet feeds, no le&s;s.</L>
<L>But Demon&s;tration rules tho&s;e noble Arts</L>
<L>That &s;o renown'd Renowned <HI>MOORES</HI> great Parts.</L>
<L>The Man, who&s;e Genius mounted to the Skie,</L>
<L>And fetch'd from thence Infallibilitie.</L>
<L>Who&s;e Studies &s;till, with Victory repay'd,</L>
<L>Scorn'd all re&s;i&s;tance which the My&s;tery made.</L>
<L>Who, with the Charms of powerful Numbers bold,</L>
<L>Gave the Sea Laws, and Ma&s;&s;y Earth Controul'd.</L>
<L>For Poi&s;e and Numbers were the <HI>Solid Root</HI></L>
<L>On which he fix'd his <HI>Archimedean</HI> Foot.</L>
<L>The Wandring Sea-man by his <HI>Problems</HI> Taught,</L>
<L>Find ea&s;ie now, what long their Toyles had &s;ought:</L>
<L>And Towns &s;urrounded by his Skillful care,</L>
<L>Contemn the Fury of Indu&s;trious War.</L>
<L>He Soar'd to Heaven, and viewing every part,</L>
<L>Search'd all the Spheres, and by a God-like Art,</L>
<L>Number'd the Stars, and made them all obey</L>
<L>The Powerful Workings of his <HI>Algebra.</HI></L>
<L>While thus his Magazines did <HI>England</HI> &s;tore,</L>
<L><HI>England</HI> Won Honour from her Honour'd <HI>MOORE.</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Grecian Euclid,</HI> and <HI>Sicilian</HI> Glory,</L>
<L>Who check'd the Pride of Bold <HI>Marcellus</HI> fury,</L>
<L>Were but the Morning-Stars to her great Sun.</L>
<L>Her Sun has <HI>Greece</HI> and <HI>Sicilie</HI> out-&s;hone,</L>
<L>By Rip'ning what in them was ownly Blown.</L>
<L>Such a Di&s;ciple worthily became</L>
<L>The Credit of his Ma&s;ter <HI>Oughtred</HI>'s Name.</L>
<L>He finds him&s;elf repay'd for all his Pains,</L>
<L>While in the Scholars Fame the Ma&s;ter reigns.</L>
<L>The Payment mu&s;t &s;uffice, when men &s;hall &s;ay,</L>
<L>'Twas <HI>Oughtred</HI> Taught &s;urpa&s;&s;ing <HI>MOORE</HI> the Way.</L>
<L>Let <HI>Euclid</HI> his great <HI>Herigonius</HI> claim,</L>
<L>Or Learned <HI>Barrow</HI> choo&s;e to Imp his Fame;</L>
<L>They both to greater <HI>MOORE</HI> mu&s;t yield, and know</L>
<L>The Practicks only from his Labours flow.</L>
<L>There lies the Publick U&s;e; by that we find</L>
<L>How much his Studies have oblig'd Man-kind.</L>
<L>What though our Sun be Set, there yet return</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Beams which &s;till enlighten from his Urn.</L>
<L>The Lord of Day, when once he Sets 'tis true,</L>
<L>Black Night all Objects hides from Humane View.</L>
<L>But when, like him, the Learned fall, no Nights</L>
<L>Can e're extingui&s;h their Immortal Lights.</L>
<L>Their Works of Heavenly Matter, and their Prai&s;e</L>
<L>Still Flame behind with an Eternal Blaze.</L>
<L>'Tis true, our lo&s;s is great, but 'tis in Vain</L>
<L>Of Fate in tedious <HI>Di&s;ticks</HI> to Complain;</L>
<L>For Mortals mu&s;t de&s;cend and fill the Grave,</L>
<L>Though they be ne're &s;o Skilful, ne're &s;o Brave.</L>
<L>Yet &s;ince the Learned to the Learned owe</L>
<L>The tribute of Remembrance; Let us &s;how</L>
<L>Re&s;pect and Honour to that Sacred Du&s;t,</L>
<L>Which el&s;e, would call the Learned World unju&s;t.</L>
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<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">hen to the Virtues of his Mind a&s;cend,</L>
<L>And let him, as he was, him&s;elf Commend.</L>
<L>Record him Ju&s;t, and to his purpo&s;e True,</L>
<L>Sententious <HI>Horace</HI>'s Good man, quite through:</L>
<L>A Friend to Friend&s;hip, without fal&s;e pretence;</L>
<L>The Laws ob&s;erver, Loyal to his Prince.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then View his <HI>Tele&s;cope</HI> on <HI>Greenwich-hill,</HI></L>
<L>The &s;weet Reclu&s;e of his Cele&s;tial Skill;</L>
<L>And there behold his Brave and Generous Heart,</L>
<L>So free for the &s;upport of Noble Art.</L>
<L>Where, like the Indu&s;trious <HI>Dane</HI> in <HI>Huena</HI> I&s;le,</L>
<L>So Famous for his own Ingenious <HI>Pile</HI>;</L>
<L>No &s;ooner was the Sun's back turn'd, but he</L>
<L>Fully Survey'd all Heavens <HI>Geometrie,</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Famous <HI>Archimedes</HI> much had found,</L>
<L>To &s;et his Orbs of Cry&s;tal going round:</L>
<L>Him Studious <HI>Tychobrahe</HI> far out-vy'd,</L>
<L>And left his Va&s;ter Globe for <HI>Denmark</HI>'s Pride:</L>
<L>But greater <HI>MOORE,</HI> new Secrets to di&s;play,</L>
<L>Practiz'd on Heaven it &s;elf, that we may &s;ay,</L>
<L>The Heavens them&s;elves permitted him to Dye,</L>
<L>So to prevent his farther Scrutinie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The World, not for the World, would be without</L>
<L>Tho&s;e <HI>Rules</HI> and <HI>Methods,</HI> which he late found out;</L>
<L>To dive into the Secret Depths of <HI>Number</HI>;</L>
<L><HI>Number,</HI> that was the Ancients wor&s;hip'd wonder:</L>
<L>Who, had they known his <HI>Algebra</HI>'s, in time</L>
<L>Would have converted all their Vows to him.</L>
<L>The <HI>Genius</HI> of all Arts, who&s;e Studies made</L>
<L>A Publick Re&s;ormation for each Trade.</L>
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<L>The <HI>Horologer</HI> by his Pains Improv'd,</L>
<L>As if his Wheels the Heavenly Body mov'd,</L>
<L>Mea&s;ures Times &s;light with &s;o much Skill from Him,</L>
<L>That we behold with Plea&s;ure, lo&s;s of Time:</L>
<L>We &s;ee it fly, yet gladly feed our Eyes,</L>
<L>To &s;ee how plea&s;antly away it flyes.</L>
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<L>The Studious <HI>Engineer</HI> &s;hort time be&s;tows</L>
<L>Upon his modern <HI>Rules,</HI> and perfect grows;</L>
<L>As if it only were enough to look,</L>
<L>And then to wear the Models of his <HI>Book</HI>;</L>
<L>While from their Platforms ranged <HI>Guns</HI> proclaim</L>
<L>The Scholar's Skill, but more the Ma&s;ter's Fame;</L>
<L>Since his Proportion gave them &s;trength and form,</L>
<L>Which Peace admires, and War can never harm.</L>
</LG>
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<L>But above all; his <HI>Prince</HI> full &s;oon ob&s;erv'd</L>
<L>His learned Parts, and as his Parts de&s;erv'd,</L>
<L>Plac'd him within his Proper <HI>Spherick</HI> Height,</L>
<L>And gave him Honour too, to &s;hine more Bright.</L>
<L>His Charge was great, and his Di&s;charge as great;</L>
<L>Whom ne're Complaint pur&s;u'd, nor Check of State:</L>
<L>Nor could the open Month of fal&s;e Report</L>
<L>Do his untainted Reputation hurt;</L>
<L>For this our Mighty <HI>Neptune</HI> cho&s;e &s;o fair,</L>
<L>And gave his little <HI>Tritons</HI> to his care.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Striplings, which his Royal Bounty Breeds,</L>
<L>To reap the Harve&s;t of their future Deeds:</L>
<L>And for who&s;e &s;ake great <HI>MOORE</HI> did late Compile</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Happy Trea&s;ures of our Sea-girt I&s;le.</L>
<L>Where the known Earth in Lovely <HI>Maps</HI> Survey'd,</L>
<L>And wider Ocean in <HI>Sea Cards</HI> Di&s;play'd.</L>
<L>The Generous Youth with Noble Thoughts inflame,</L>
<L>T'excel <HI>Columbus</HI> and <HI>Magellan</HI>'s Fame.</L>
</LG>
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<L>The&s;e things Con&s;ider'd by a Gen'rous Prince,</L>
<L>The Mighty Monarch, touch'd with a deep Sence</L>
<L>Of his great Lo&s;s, yet Studious of repair,</L>
<L>The Fathers Tru&s;t gives back unto his Heir:</L>
<L>For &s;ince my <HI>MOORE</HI> is gone, l'le rai&s;e, &s;aid He,</L>
<L>My &s;elf, a Living Monument to Him of Thee.</L>
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<L>Thus Dy'd the Mirror of our Age, and thus</L>
<L>Doubly on Earth he lives again with us;</L>
<L>Engaging Doubly all that here Survive,</L>
<L>By Living Works, and by a Son alive.</L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>R. Harford,</HI> at the <HI>Angel</HI> in <HI>Corn-hill.</HI></P>
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