A BRIEF RELATION OF THE Life and Death Of the late Famous Mathematician and Astrologer, Mr. VINCENT WING. TOGETHER With his Nativity, as it was done, many years before his Death, by his own hand; And now, for general satisfaction, made publick.

By J. G. [...].

Quum Moritur vir, an revicturus est? Job. 14.
—Et Mortuus adhuc per hanc loquitur. Heb. 11.

LONDON, Printed by T. Milbourn, 1669.

To the Honourable Edward Deering, of London Esq His Majesties Merchant, and Receiver General of his Majesties Revenues in the Counties of Kent, Essex, Surrey &c.

Honoured Sir,

NOt only your acquaintance with the Sciences Mathematical, and the ma­ny profitable Labors of the Industri­ous Person, whose Life I here pub­lish, but your known affection to all the friends of ƲRANIA, hath in­vited me to this address: As also to return my humble thanks, for that you were pleased lately in a Company of Giant-like, yet ignorant oppo­sers, as well Nobly to favour the Truths of A­strology, as courteously to own me and my meaner Arguments in its behalf. In which contest, by your prevailing and sinnewey Reasons, you so far wrought upon their Passion and Prejudice (little than a Miracle;) that at length those angry Op­ponents (although some of them were men other­wise learned, and Elderly too) began ingeniously to acknowledge, that they had never heard so much discourse of Astrology in all their Lives; and therewithal frankly engaged to enquire into the grounds of that Science, before they believed any more reports against it. A good president for all that are Enemies to any truth upon the bare hear-say of others; or, because the ignorant Mul­titude (as taught by the supercilious I mean only the Angry [...] Who of all men most e­mulates Astro­logy; and yet huggs an opi­nion an 100 times more ri­diculous than any one prin­ciple thereof; nay, directly untrue; Viz. that of Praede­stination in the most terrifing sence. Man in Black) have declaimed, or rather snarl'd against [Page] it. Vox Populi is not alwaies Vox Dei; And Truth is too Coy to be courted by the Rabble-rout; She hath select Favourites to whom she dispenceth her Graces.

In your acceptance of this Dedication, you will help to preserve to posterity a true Son of Science; One, whose Industry was such that Ages will scarcely Equal. And yet (Sir) not so much pro­tect him, as that mean Piece, I have in, the fol­lowing History drawn of him, scarce to the Life I confess. My numbers are too immusical to sound forth his worth; And my Colours (now like his Ghost) too pale and lifeless, to express his great Deservings. Mr. Wing was his own best He­rald; And his Fame will live for ever, in his own works. What I have done, is only to pay a grateful respect to his Ashes, as he was my friend that future times may find, he had some who were contemporary with him, that knew how to value him and his merits. If therefore (Sir) you will vouchsafe me but a corner of the Mantle of your Nobler Reputation and Favour, for my de­fence, you will thereby, at once, keep Mr. Wing warm in his Coffin, and cover the many imper­fections of him, who (thus endeavours to embalm his memory, against the Flesh-flies of Envy and Detraction; and) esteems it one of his greatest Felicities, that he hath an opportunity to entitle himself,

Honoured Sir From my study in Brick-Court by the Deans-Yard Westminster. Your real Servant and Honourer,
J. Gadbury.

On the Death of so many Eminent Astrologers, and Mathematicians; and particularly on the Expiration of Mr. Vincent Wing.

OUr Mirth and Pleasures leave us for a space,
While Sighs and Tears Usurp upon your place:
Behold the Wounds the Stars do give their Friends!
"The Fates spare none, may bring about their Ends.
First, they force Loyal Neve resign his Breath:
Next, Learned Fisk compel to yield to Death:
Then, the great Oughtred (in a goodly Age,
His part being done) they hurrey off the Stage:
Culpeper follows: [The Physicians Foe!]
All Astrologians surely are not so.
And painful Booker too, they take to's rest.
"Angels themselves subscribe—Ac Mortuus est.
But Death not satisfied, unless he,
Work a sure Famine in Astrology,
And make the world with his Massacres Ring:
Hath last of all, remov'd Laborious Wing.
Sure Death's turn'd Courtier, will not be deny'd
The thing he covets, though the best man Dy'd.
Ah! Cruel Tyrant! what ill hast thou done,
To bless'd ƲRANIA? her scarce risen Sun
Must set, before it the Meridian Mount:
What shall we now, of Fair Ʋrania Count?
She could have spar'd thee Quacks & Fools good store;
Turn-coats and Traitors full as many more:
Which Tribe, thy hungry Stomach might suffice;
In taking them, thou'dst sav'd ƲRANIA'S eyes:
[Page 36] But, at her Friends to cast thy envious Dart,
At once strikes Blind and Dead her Eye and Heart.
No more Astrologers, since these are gone,
Trouble your serious skill, or thoughts upon
Poor Mortals Life and Death? Your Period's set;
And the Alchocoden that governs it,
Must veile to th' Anareta: All your pain,
Cannot from it the meanest minute gain!
'Tis Natures privilege to be severe:
And let her reign Triumphant in her Sphear.
T. F. Astrophil.

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Courteous Reader,

IN the foregoing discourse, you are informed of the Death of the Person of Mr. Wing, but his Fame, that is still surviveing; and this, not only in his own Laborious pieces, emitted into the world in his Life time; but in a Son, he left behind him, who bears his own Name: And is so far inclined to his Fathers Studies, that he hath for this present year 1670. wrote his [...], or Almanack; and (by Gods blessing) intends the Annual continuance thereof.

FINIS.

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