Johannes de Sacrobosco - Life

Life

The story that he was educated at the University of Oxford is no more documented than the stories on his origin.

According to a seventeenth century account, he arrived at the University of Paris on 5 June 1221, but whether as an arts student or as a licentiate (one having a Master of Arts degree from another university and thus qualified to teach) is unclear. In due course, he began to teach the mathematical disciplines at the University of Paris.

The year of his death is uncertain, with evidence supporting the years 1234, 1236, 1244, and 1256. The inscription marking his burial place in the monastery of Saint-Mathurin in Paris described him as a computist, one who was an expert on the calculation of Easter.

De Sacrobosco qui computista Joannes
Tempora discrevit, iacet hic a tempore raptus.
Tempora qui sequeris, memor esto quod morieris.
Si miser es, plora: miserans pro me procor ora.

The lunar crater Sacrobosco is named after him.

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