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Arithmeticke.

My art in numbers the sea sands containes,
Sums al the blades of grasse on the green plains,
Tels all the motes that in the sun beames flye,
How many countlesse seeds in poppies lye,
Counts all the flames in heavens high rooft hall,
And drops of raine that from the South doe fall.
To tell thy Princely gifts, which all surmount,
Art findes her boord too short for her to count.