Samuel Hartlib - Hartlib Circle, Invisible College, and The Royal Society's Background

Hartlib Circle, Invisible College, and The Royal Society's Background

The 'Hartlib circle' of contacts and correspondents, built up from around 1630, was one of the foundations of the Royal Society of London which was established a generation later, in 1660. The relationship, however, is not transparent, because Hartlib and close supporters, with the exception of William Petty, were excluded from the Royal Society when it was set up from 1660.

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