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Gravity Is A Mutual Affection Between Cognate Bodies Towards Union Or Conjunction (similar In Kind To The Magnetic Virtue), So That The Earth Attracts A Stone Much Rather Than The Stone Seeks The Earth.

Yet In This My Stars Were Not Mercury As Morning Star In The Angle Of The Seventh House, In Quartile With Mars, But They Were Copernicus, They Were Tycho Brahe, Without Whose Books Of Observations Everything Which Has Now Been Brought By Me Into The Brightest Daylight Would Lie Buried In Darkness.

Where There Is Matter, There Is Geometry.

If God Himself Has Waited Six Thousand Years For Someone To Contemplate His Works, My Book Can Wait For A Hundred.

I Also Ask You My Friends Not To Condemn Me Entirely To The Mill Of Mathematical Calculations, And Allow Me Time For Philosophical Speculations, My Only Pleasures.