Who is Sir William Jones

Sir William Jones (28 September 1746 – 27 April 1794) was a British philologist, a puisne judge on the Supreme Court of Judicature at Fort William in Bengal, and a scholar of ancient India, particularly known for his proposition of the existence of a relationship among European and Indo-Aryan languages, which later came to be known as the Indo-European languages.

Jones is also credited for establishing the Asiatic Society of Bengal in the year 1784.

Early life

William Jones was born in London; his father William Jones (1675–1749) was a mathematician from Anglesey in Wales, noted for introducing the use of the symbol π. The young William Jones was a linguistic prodigy, who in addition to his native languages English and Welsh, learned Greek, Latin, Pe...
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    Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled:
    So live, that sinking to thy life's last sleep,
    Calm thou may'st smile, whilst all around thee weep....
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