TO THE MEMORY Of my most Honoured Friend Sir JONAS MOORE, Knight, Late Surveyor General of His Majesties Ordnance and Armories.
NAture first rul'd the World by Laws unknown
To all the World, but to her self alone;
While man knew nothing more then how t'admire,
And satisfi'd with Wonder, sought no higher.
Then came the Dull Philosopher, and he
Long time essay'd with tedious scrutinie;
But after all, most Happy he, and Wife,
That knows the hidden Cause of things, he cries.
The Cause of Thunder is but Cloudy Guess,
And what the dreadful Comet feeds, no less.
But Demonstration rules those noble Arts
That so renown'd Renowned
MOORES great Parts.
The Man, whose Genius mounted to the Skie,
And fetch'd from thence Infallibilitie.
Whose Studies still, with Victory repay'd,
Scorn'd all resistance which the Mystery made.
Who, with the Charms of powerful Numbers bold,
Gave the Sea Laws, and Massy Earth Controul'd.
For Poise and Numbers were the
Solid Root
On which he fix'd his
Archimedean Foot.
The Wandring Sea-man by his
Problems Taught,
Find easie now, what long their Toyles had sought:
And Towns surrounded by his Skillful care,
Contemn the Fury of Industrious War.
He Soar'd to Heaven, and viewing every part,
Search'd all the Spheres, and by a God-like Art,
Number'd the Stars, and made them all obey
The Powerful Workings of his
Algebra.
While thus his Magazines did
England store,
England Won Honour from her Honour'd
MOORE.
The
Grecian Euclid, and
Sicilian Glory,
Who check'd the Pride of Bold
Marcellus fury,
Were but the Morning-Stars to her great Sun.
Her Sun has
Greece and
Sicilie out-shone,
By Rip'ning what in them was ownly Blown.
Such a Disciple worthily became
The Credit of his Master
Oughtred's Name.
He finds himself repay'd for all his Pains,
While in the Scholars Fame the Master reigns.
The Payment must suffice, when men shall say,
'Twas
Oughtred Taught surpassing
MOORE the Way.
Let
Euclid his great
Herigonius claim,
Or Learned
Barrow choose to Imp his Fame;
They both to greater
MOORE must yield, and know
The Practicks only from his Labours flow.
There lies the Publick Use; by that we find
How much his Studies have oblig'd Man-kind.
What though our Sun be Set, there yet return
Those Beams which still enlighten from his Urn.
The Lord of Day, when once he Sets 'tis true,
Black Night all Objects hides from Humane View.
But when, like him, the Learned fall, no Nights
Can e're extinguish their Immortal Lights.
Their Works of Heavenly Matter, and their Praise
Still Flame behind with an Eternal Blaze.
'Tis true, our loss is great, but 'tis in Vain
Of Fate in tedious
Disticks to Complain;
For Mortals must descend and fill the Grave,
Though they be ne're so Skilful, ne're so Brave.
Yet since the Learned to the Learned owe
The tribute of Remembrance; Let us show
Respect and Honour to that Sacred Dust,
Which else, would call the Learned World unjust.
[...]hen to the Virtues of his Mind ascend,
And let him, as he was, himself Commend.
Record him Just, and to his purpose True,
Sententious
Horace's Good man, quite through:
A Friend to Friendship, without false pretence;
The Laws observer, Loyal to his Prince.
Then View his
Telescope on
Greenwich-hill,
The sweet Recluse of his Celestial Skill;
And there behold his Brave and Generous Heart,
So free for the support of Noble Art.
Where, like the Industrious
Dane in
Huena Isle,
So Famous for his own Ingenious
Pile;
No sooner was the Sun's back turn'd, but he
Fully Survey'd all Heavens
Geometrie,
The Famous
Archimedes much had found,
To set his Orbs of Crystal going round:
Him Studious
Tychobrahe far out-vy'd,
And left his Vaster Globe for
Denmark's Pride:
But greater
MOORE, new Secrets to display,
Practiz'd on Heaven it self, that we may say,
The Heavens themselves permitted him to Dye,
So to prevent his farther Scrutinie.
The World, not for the World, would be without
Those
Rules and
Methods, which he late found out;
To dive into the Secret Depths of
Number;
Number, that was the Ancients worship'd wonder:
Who, had they known his
Algebra's, in time
Would have converted all their Vows to him.
The
Genius of all Arts, whose Studies made
A Publick Resormation for each Trade.
The
Horologer by his Pains Improv'd,
As if his Wheels the Heavenly Body mov'd,
Measures Times slight with so much Skill from Him,
That we behold with Pleasure, loss of Time:
We see it fly, yet gladly feed our Eyes,
To see how pleasantly away it flyes.
The Studious
Engineer short time bestows
Upon his modern
Rules, and perfect grows;
As if it only were enough to look,
And then to wear the Models of his
Book;
While from their Platforms ranged
Guns proclaim
The Scholar's Skill, but more the Master's Fame;
Since his Proportion gave them strength and form,
Which Peace admires, and War can never harm.
But above all; his
Prince full soon observ'd
His learned Parts, and as his Parts deserv'd,
Plac'd him within his Proper
Spherick Height,
And gave him Honour too, to shine more Bright.
His Charge was great, and his Discharge as great;
Whom ne're Complaint pursu'd, nor Check of State:
Nor could the open Month of false Report
Do his untainted Reputation hurt;
For this our Mighty
Neptune chose so fair,
And gave his little
Tritons to his care.
Those Striplings, which his Royal Bounty Breeds,
To reap the Harvest of their future Deeds:
And for whose sake great
MOORE did late Compile
Those Happy Treasures of our Sea-girt Isle.
Where the known Earth in Lovely
Maps Survey'd,
And wider Ocean in
Sea Cards Display'd.
The Generous Youth with Noble Thoughts inflame,
T'excel
Columbus and
Magellan's Fame.
These things Consider'd by a Gen'rous Prince,
The Mighty Monarch, touch'd with a deep Sence
Of his great Loss, yet Studious of repair,
The Fathers Trust gives back unto his Heir:
For since my
MOORE is gone, l'le raise, said He,
My self, a Living Monument to Him of Thee.
Thus Dy'd the Mirror of our Age, and thus
Doubly on Earth he lives again with us;
Engaging Doubly all that here Survive,
By Living Works, and by a Son alive.