WITH diagrams no more to daunt us, Here sleeps in dust old Diophantus; Who scorns to give you information, Even of his age, but in @3equation.@1 A lad unskill'd in learning's ways, He pass'd the sixth part of his days; Within a twelfth part more, appear'd The scatter'd blossoms of a beard. A seventh part added to his life, He married (for his sins) a wife; Who, to complete her husband's joy, Produced, in five years, a fine boy. The boy, by the good man's directions, Read Euclid, Simson's Conick Sections, Trail's Algebra—was learn'd, was happy, And had got half as old as pappy, When, spite of surds and biquadraticks, Death cured him of the mathematicks. Poor Diophantus, you'll believe, Did nothing for four years but grieve, Then died.—GIVEN of a Grecian sage The life and death: REQUIRED the age. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHANNES AGRICOLA IN MEDITATION by ROBERT BROWNING THE SILENT VOICES by ALFRED TENNYSON THE CAP AND BELLS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS POVERTY PARTS GUDE COMPANIE by JOANNA BAILLIE ONCE & EVER by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |