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TAYLORS ARITHMETICKE,
From One to Twelve.
0 00 000 0000 00000 000000
In the first line, you Cyphers onely see,
10 100 1000 10000 100000 1000000.
But (adding one) they more then Cyphers be;
And take that one from them, what are they then?
Just nothing (Cyphers) as they were agen.
So some who were but Cyphers in estate,
One set before them rais'd them to some rate,
To tens, to hundreds, thousands, thousands ten,
From Cyphers unto millions, mounted men.
One Rais'd up numbers, numbers layd one low;
Thus (with Vicissitude) goes weale and woe:
Now that one's gone, some are left bare and poor,
Just nothing, Cyphers; wanting One before.
And is it but for One we make this moan?
(Before us now are many more then One)
But One did make me something, then I had
Supportance from One, to be fed and clad;
But many (many sinnes) a Cypher made me:
Just nothing (nothing) ten yeares hath been payd me.
Coyne is mans earthly life, lifes Nerves and Sinnewes,
And I should have some from the Crowns Revenues,
For which I've su'd, and su'd, but have it not;
The fault's not mine, tis my unlucky lot.
And I might seek again (if I were mad)
And have as much as formerly I had.
Were I as free from want, as cleare from hate,
I would not with an Alderman change state:
But cares, and wants, in Troups Assault me thick,
Past numbring with my poore Arithmetick.
Thus upon One a little I have playd,
Yet more of One a little must be said.
The Fathers One, One likewise is the Sonne,
The Holy Ghost One, and all 3 but One.
One Faith there is, (he that hath two hath none)
And in the Firmament One Sun, One Moone.
Man hath One soule, One Corps, One head, One brain,
One tongue, One heart, (some very Knaves have twain)
One Life, (one span) if one inch more it be,
It stretches to unmeasur'd misery:
The World's but one, and that's a Cipher Round,
And nothing but a Cipher twill be found,
All shall lose, All do lose, all have lost,
Who shall, doth, hath, the false world trusted most.
If in Jerusalem One man had bin,
That had lov'd God, and striv'd to shun all sin,
Th'Almighty on them would compassion take,
And spare the City for that one mans sake;
But as the Psalmist truly made his moane,
The Lord beheld none doth good, no not ONE.
In the first line, you Cyphers onely see,
10 100 1000 10000 100000 1000000.
But (adding one) they more then Cyphers be;
And take that one from them, what are they then?
Just nothing (Cyphers) as they were agen.
So some who were but Cyphers in estate,
One set before them rais'd them to some rate,
To tens, to hundreds, thousands, thousands ten,
From Cyphers unto millions, mounted men.
One Rais'd up numbers, numbers layd one low;
Thus (with Vicissitude) goes weale and woe:
Now that one's gone, some are left bare and poor,
Just nothing, Cyphers; wanting One before.
And is it but for One we make this moan?
(Before us now are many more then One)
But One did make me something, then I had
Supportance from One, to be fed and clad;
But many (many sinnes) a Cypher made me:
Just nothing (nothing) ten yeares hath been payd me.
Coyne is mans earthly life, lifes Nerves and Sinnewes,
And I should have some from the Crowns Revenues,
For which I've su'd, and su'd, but have it not;
The fault's not mine, tis my unlucky lot.
And I might seek again (if I were mad)
And have as much as formerly I had.
Were I as free from want, as cleare from hate,
I would not with an Alderman change state:
But cares, and wants, in Troups Assault me thick,
Past numbring with my poore Arithmetick.
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Yet more of One a little must be said.
The Fathers One, One likewise is the Sonne,
The Holy Ghost One, and all 3 but One.
One Faith there is, (he that hath two hath none)
And in the Firmament One Sun, One Moone.
Man hath One soule, One Corps, One head, One brain,
One tongue, One heart, (some very Knaves have twain)
One Life, (one span) if one inch more it be,
It stretches to unmeasur'd misery:
The World's but one, and that's a Cipher Round,
And nothing but a Cipher twill be found,
All shall lose, All do lose, all have lost,
Who shall, doth, hath, the false world trusted most.
If in Jerusalem One man had bin,
That had lov'd God, and striv'd to shun all sin,
Th'Almighty on them would compassion take,
And spare the City for that one mans sake;
But as the Psalmist truly made his moane,
The Lord beheld none doth good, no not ONE.
Two Natures the most High, most Blest did beare,
The Godhead great, and Manhood pure and cleare,
Man hath two substances, both soyl'd, and fowle,
(A body cloy'd with crimes, a sinfull soule)
He hath 2 Eyes to see, 2 Eares to heare,
Two hands to work, 2 legs the rest to beare,
He hath 2 choises, Life, Death, good, or ill,
(Yet hath no free will to chuse which he will)
He that can only will and do, can arme
Mans will to chuse the good, and shun the harme.
Two Lives, 2 Deaths, 2 temporall, two eternall,
Two wayes from hence, Cœlestiall, and Infernall.
I could speak more of 2, and more of one,
But 3 calls for me, and I must be gone.
The Godhead great, and Manhood pure and cleare,
Man hath two substances, both soyl'd, and fowle,
(A body cloy'd with crimes, a sinfull soule)
He hath 2 Eyes to see, 2 Eares to heare,
Two hands to work, 2 legs the rest to beare,
He hath 2 choises, Life, Death, good, or ill,
(Yet hath no free will to chuse which he will)
He that can only will and do, can arme
Mans will to chuse the good, and shun the harme.
Two Lives, 2 Deaths, 2 temporall, two eternall,
Two wayes from hence, Cœlestiall, and Infernall.
I could speak more of 2, and more of one,
But 3 calls for me, and I must be gone.
Three is the Blessed Trinity, and I
Do beg the Blessing of that Trinity.
Three times the Apostle Paul with rods was beaten
And 3 times suffred Shipwrack, death did threaten
Three are the Graces Theologicall,
(Or Vertues call'd Divine Cœlestiall)
Faith is the Creed, and who so holds that fast
Hope (the Lords Prayer) Gods Gift will Crown at last,
And Charity obediently presents
Her service in the ten Commandements:
These 3 are th'Handmaides of salvation;
These guide men what to doe, or leave undone.
Do beg the Blessing of that Trinity.
Three times the Apostle Paul with rods was beaten
And 3 times suffred Shipwrack, death did threaten
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(Or Vertues call'd Divine Cœlestiall)
Faith is the Creed, and who so holds that fast
Hope (the Lords Prayer) Gods Gift will Crown at last,
And Charity obediently presents
Her service in the ten Commandements:
These 3 are th'Handmaides of salvation;
These guide men what to doe, or leave undone.
The 4 Evangelists, the Story pen'd
Of him who nere began, and ne're shall end:
His low descending, his high Pedigree,
His Innocence, wondrous works, and misery,
His suffrings, and his bitter Death and Passion,
To free poore Sinners from deserv'd Damnation.
Foure Vertues Cardinall, Justice, Fortitude,
Prudence, and Temperance, these 4 include:
All mans perfection here, from these proceeds
Th'effects of our best thoughts, our words, and deeds.
Foure quarters of the world, are Asia,
With Affrick, Europe, and America.
Foure Windes ('mongst thirty two) are most exprest,
North, Sols East rising, South, and Sun-set West.
Foure seasons round about the year doth bring,
The Summer, Autumne, Winter, and the Spring.
Foure Elements, Fire, Water, Earth are three,
And th'Aire (unseen) which no man ere did see.
Foure dispositions, Drye, Moist, Hot, and Cold.
Foure strange Complexions (humorous manifold,)
Intemperate, Sanguine, Lazy Phlegmatick,
Sad, mad, melancholy, Rash, Cholerick,
And various mixtures of those 4 Complexions,
Possesseth us with contrary affections;
And which of these 4 humours are most in us,
The same to Vice or Vertue still doth win us;
And were there not worse Knaves then 4 ith' Cards,
I mean no Dukes, or Dons, or Lords, or Lards)
The grieved peoples plaints had not been such,
And Englands miseries not half so much
Thus having done with 4, I think it meet.
To fall to work on 5 to fill my sheet.
Of him who nere began, and ne're shall end:
His low descending, his high Pedigree,
His Innocence, wondrous works, and misery,
His suffrings, and his bitter Death and Passion,
To free poore Sinners from deserv'd Damnation.
Foure Vertues Cardinall, Justice, Fortitude,
Prudence, and Temperance, these 4 include:
All mans perfection here, from these proceeds
Th'effects of our best thoughts, our words, and deeds.
Foure quarters of the world, are Asia,
With Affrick, Europe, and America.
Foure Windes ('mongst thirty two) are most exprest,
North, Sols East rising, South, and Sun-set West.
Foure seasons round about the year doth bring,
The Summer, Autumne, Winter, and the Spring.
Foure Elements, Fire, Water, Earth are three,
And th'Aire (unseen) which no man ere did see.
Foure dispositions, Drye, Moist, Hot, and Cold.
Foure strange Complexions (humorous manifold,)
Intemperate, Sanguine, Lazy Phlegmatick,
Sad, mad, melancholy, Rash, Cholerick,
And various mixtures of those 4 Complexions,
Possesseth us with contrary affections;
And which of these 4 humours are most in us,
The same to Vice or Vertue still doth win us;
And were there not worse Knaves then 4 ith' Cards,
I mean no Dukes, or Dons, or Lords, or Lards)
The grieved peoples plaints had not been such,
And Englands miseries not half so much
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To fall to work on 5 to fill my sheet.
Blest He (whose Grace and Glory hath no bounds)
For's Enemies receiv'd 5 mortall wounds.
Curst He that with both tongue and teeth doth teare
That glorious name, and by those Wounds doe sweare
And forsweare too, those cursed sonnes of Caine,
Doe crucifie Christ every day againe.
He that's the Bread of life, the living Bread,
He that five thousand men with five loaves fed,
He whom 5 Virgins wisely waited on,
With Oyle in Lamps: 5 foolish ones had none.
Five sences in our bodies he hath plac'd,
To Heare, to See, to smell, to Touch, to Taste;
But all those sences senceles men doe use,
The Gracious giver of them to abuse.
Men never more cruell mercilesse,
Never more Pride, or vaine voluptuousnesse;
Hypocrisie is mask'd in Robes of Zeale,
And Avarice preyes on this Nations weale.
Blinde Fortune (in her Wisedome) thought it fit,
To give some all, and many ne're a whit;
Though times are dangerous for an honest man;
With Gods help I'le passe through all as I can.
And thus my fingers 5 doe make an end
With 5, because on 6 I must attent.
For's Enemies receiv'd 5 mortall wounds.
Curst He that with both tongue and teeth doth teare
That glorious name, and by those Wounds doe sweare
And forsweare too, those cursed sonnes of Caine,
Doe crucifie Christ every day againe.
He that's the Bread of life, the living Bread,
He that five thousand men with five loaves fed,
He whom 5 Virgins wisely waited on,
With Oyle in Lamps: 5 foolish ones had none.
Five sences in our bodies he hath plac'd,
To Heare, to See, to smell, to Touch, to Taste;
But all those sences senceles men doe use,
The Gracious giver of them to abuse.
Men never more cruell mercilesse,
Never more Pride, or vaine voluptuousnesse;
Hypocrisie is mask'd in Robes of Zeale,
And Avarice preyes on this Nations weale.
Blinde Fortune (in her Wisedome) thought it fit,
To give some all, and many ne're a whit;
Though times are dangerous for an honest man;
With Gods help I'le passe through all as I can.
And thus my fingers 5 doe make an end
With 5, because on 6 I must attent.
Sixe I'le be breef with, for my minde I fixe,
To write more large of 7, and short of sixe.
Six dayes th'Almighty did preordinate,
To be the time the whole world to create:
He said but Let there be, and every thing
Was made for man, and he made man sole King
Of all the Creatures, but he quickly fell,
He against God Rebel'd, all things Rebell
Against him for it, h'hath lost both Grace, and place,
In Paradice, and all his wretched Race
Unto his sinne Originall are Heires,
Increas'd still with the actuall sinnes of theirs,
For which the Curse was, Man his bread should eate,
With 6 dayes work in 7, with toyle and sweat.
To write more large of 7, and short of sixe.
Six dayes th'Almighty did preordinate,
To be the time the whole world to create:
He said but Let there be, and every thing
Was made for man, and he made man sole King
Of all the Creatures, but he quickly fell,
He against God Rebel'd, all things Rebell
Against him for it, h'hath lost both Grace, and place,
In Paradice, and all his wretched Race
Unto his sinne Originall are Heires,
Increas'd still with the actuall sinnes of theirs,
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With 6 dayes work in 7, with toyle and sweat.
Since the Creation still (from Age to Age)
Seven is a number of most high presage:
Amongst all dayes the seventh was chiefest blest,
A resting Sabboth, type of endlesse Rest.
The Plannets (in their Revolutions) seven.
The 7 stars in the Firmament of Heaven.
Pharaohs 7 (dream'd) leane Kine devowr'd 7 fat,
And want and plenty Joseph found by that.
Yea more then forty times Leviticus
Doth in 6 Chapters mention 7 to us.
Six times Eliah's man went out in vaine,
He went the seventh time, and brought newes of Raine.
Seven Priests, 7 times did with 7 Trumpets blow,
And then fell downe the Walls of Jericho.
King David 7 times every day did praise
The Lord for's Judgements just, and righteous waies.
Th'Assyrian Naaman (at the Prophets word)
Did wash himselfe 7 times in Jordans Ford,
Because he did the Seers command obey,
His loathsome Leprosie was cur'd straightway.
The Widdowes 7 sonnes in the Maccabees,
In lives, and deaths Renown'd for constancies.
Petitions 7 taught by our Lord Supernall,
Include all blessings, temporall and eternall.
Christ (in compassion) in his Passions griefe,
Spake 7 sweet words to the believing Thiefe;
Then he who payd our great Redemptions price,
Said, This day shalt thou be in Paradice:
These 7 words were Cœlestiall Gileads Balme,
Mid'st stormes of Death and Hell, a blessed calme.
One said to Christ, shall I forgive him free,
That hath done 7 offences against mee?
The answer was, those that will happy live,
Must 7 and seventy times (and more) forgive:
Thus Seven times seventy plainly doth expresse,
If man remit, God quits sinnes numberlesse.
Seven Asian Churches in the Revelation,
Seven Angels in them to preach mans salvation.
Seven golden Candlesticks, with heavenly light,
To guide us from the wrong way to the right:
These sevens and many more each man may view,
In Gods two Testaments, the old and new.
Man hath seven Ages, first his Infancy,
Puerillity, Mans state, Youth, Gravity,
Old age, and state decrepit, these seven are,
From Birth to buriall our appointed share;
And every seaventh yeare we may justly call
Our lifes division Climactericall:
And nine times seven, of yeares are sixty-three,
Mans dangerous Age, and death, as oft we see.
And ten times Seaven amounts to seventimes ten,
Just Davids spanne the Common Age of Men:
Thrice seven yeares past that time, some may survive,
Till griefe and sorrow unto death them drive.
Seven are the Sciences, so call'd indeed,
Because from them all other Arts proceed.
Seaven are the deadly sinnes, whose Root and stem
Grew first in Hell, and all sinnes else from them.
Seven were the wisest men ere Gotham had;
But England hath seven thousand sevens as mad.
Seven Sages once in Greece Renown'd, admir'd,
For wisedome (in these times not much desir'd.)
Rome once had seven wise Masters, they are dead,
Seven thousand Knaves and Fooles left in their stead.
Seven wonders had the World since it began;
But the eighth wonder were a righteous man.
Seven Saxon Kings this Kingdome once obey'd,
But ne're had Peace till one the Scepter sway'd.
Of Sacraments the Roman Church hath seven:
Here onely two directs the way to Heaven.
A holy Prophet long agoe foretold,
Seven women should upon one man take hold;
Which Prophesie is very neere fulfilld,
By bloody wars thousands of men are kill'd.
By Sea and Land Death doth to men befall,
Besides the common way that's naturall;
Males are in multitudes of life bereft,
That one man for seaven Women's scarcely left.
The seaven Electors, at an Emperours choise,
Are seven to make up a prevailing Voice.
Seaven yeares Apprentiship the Law ordain'd,
Whereby men have their freedoms here obtain'd.
Seven is a number of most high presage:
Amongst all dayes the seventh was chiefest blest,
A resting Sabboth, type of endlesse Rest.
The Plannets (in their Revolutions) seven.
The 7 stars in the Firmament of Heaven.
Pharaohs 7 (dream'd) leane Kine devowr'd 7 fat,
And want and plenty Joseph found by that.
Yea more then forty times Leviticus
Doth in 6 Chapters mention 7 to us.
Six times Eliah's man went out in vaine,
He went the seventh time, and brought newes of Raine.
Seven Priests, 7 times did with 7 Trumpets blow,
And then fell downe the Walls of Jericho.
King David 7 times every day did praise
The Lord for's Judgements just, and righteous waies.
Th'Assyrian Naaman (at the Prophets word)
Did wash himselfe 7 times in Jordans Ford,
Because he did the Seers command obey,
His loathsome Leprosie was cur'd straightway.
The Widdowes 7 sonnes in the Maccabees,
In lives, and deaths Renown'd for constancies.
Petitions 7 taught by our Lord Supernall,
Include all blessings, temporall and eternall.
Christ (in compassion) in his Passions griefe,
Spake 7 sweet words to the believing Thiefe;
Then he who payd our great Redemptions price,
Said, This day shalt thou be in Paradice:
These 7 words were Cœlestiall Gileads Balme,
Mid'st stormes of Death and Hell, a blessed calme.
One said to Christ, shall I forgive him free,
That hath done 7 offences against mee?
The answer was, those that will happy live,
Must 7 and seventy times (and more) forgive:
Thus Seven times seventy plainly doth expresse,
If man remit, God quits sinnes numberlesse.
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Seven Angels in them to preach mans salvation.
Seven golden Candlesticks, with heavenly light,
To guide us from the wrong way to the right:
These sevens and many more each man may view,
In Gods two Testaments, the old and new.
Man hath seven Ages, first his Infancy,
Puerillity, Mans state, Youth, Gravity,
Old age, and state decrepit, these seven are,
From Birth to buriall our appointed share;
And every seaventh yeare we may justly call
Our lifes division Climactericall:
And nine times seven, of yeares are sixty-three,
Mans dangerous Age, and death, as oft we see.
And ten times Seaven amounts to seventimes ten,
Just Davids spanne the Common Age of Men:
Thrice seven yeares past that time, some may survive,
Till griefe and sorrow unto death them drive.
Seven are the Sciences, so call'd indeed,
Because from them all other Arts proceed.
Seaven are the deadly sinnes, whose Root and stem
Grew first in Hell, and all sinnes else from them.
Seven were the wisest men ere Gotham had;
But England hath seven thousand sevens as mad.
Seven Sages once in Greece Renown'd, admir'd,
For wisedome (in these times not much desir'd.)
Rome once had seven wise Masters, they are dead,
Seven thousand Knaves and Fooles left in their stead.
Seven wonders had the World since it began;
But the eighth wonder were a righteous man.
Seven Saxon Kings this Kingdome once obey'd,
But ne're had Peace till one the Scepter sway'd.
Of Sacraments the Roman Church hath seven:
Here onely two directs the way to Heaven.
A holy Prophet long agoe foretold,
Seven women should upon one man take hold;
Which Prophesie is very neere fulfilld,
By bloody wars thousands of men are kill'd.
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Besides the common way that's naturall;
Males are in multitudes of life bereft,
That one man for seaven Women's scarcely left.
The seaven Electors, at an Emperours choise,
Are seven to make up a prevailing Voice.
Seaven yeares Apprentiship the Law ordain'd,
Whereby men have their freedoms here obtain'd.
When the old world was drown'd, 8 then surviv'd,
And from those 8 the new World was deriv'd.
And from those 8 the new World was deriv'd.
Tis plainly and undoubtedly exprest,
Nine sorts of People certainly are best.
Ingratitude 9 Leapers did defile,
Their Leaprosie was not so loathsome Vile.
Nine are the Muses and the Poets blisse,
They make him sing, his minde a Kingdome is;
But in that Kingdome's not one foot of ground,
Or any thing esteem'd if it be found;
The pur-blinde world, and Fortune holds it fit,
That Reverend wealth should make a Foole of Wit;
Because each Poet wants a good Mecenas,
I live and lack, and wander like a leane Asse.
Nine sorts of People certainly are best.
Ingratitude 9 Leapers did defile,
Their Leaprosie was not so loathsome Vile.
Nine are the Muses and the Poets blisse,
They make him sing, his minde a Kingdome is;
But in that Kingdome's not one foot of ground,
Or any thing esteem'd if it be found;
The pur-blinde world, and Fortune holds it fit,
That Reverend wealth should make a Foole of Wit;
Because each Poet wants a good Mecenas,
I live and lack, and wander like a leane Asse.
The 10 Commandements, are the Law Divine,
(To keep those Lawes, Good Lord our hearts incline;)
But from those 10, should 10 men each pluck one,
Tis to be feard that left we should have none.
The Atheist (which the Psalmist foole doth call)
As he believes will have no God at all.
Th'Idolater will stock, block, Idols have
To save him, though themselves they cannot save.
The Roarer that delights to damne and sweare,
From the Commandemants he the third would teare,
The Sabbath-breaker would pluck out the fourth,
The fifth (with Rebels) is of little worth,
The sixth the Murtherer would stab and wound,
The seventh the hot Adult'rer would confound,
The Thiefe would steale the eighth away, and then
False Witnesse spoile the ninth: and for the ten,
The Wretch thats Covetous would rend and bite,
And pluck the rest in pieces if he might.
Thus would these 10 (this cursed Catalogue)
Each race out one, and spoyle the Decalogue.
(To keep those Lawes, Good Lord our hearts incline;)
But from those 10, should 10 men each pluck one,
Tis to be feard that left we should have none.
The Atheist (which the Psalmist foole doth call)
As he believes will have no God at all.
Th'Idolater will stock, block, Idols have
To save him, though themselves they cannot save.
The Roarer that delights to damne and sweare,
From the Commandemants he the third would teare,
The Sabbath-breaker would pluck out the fourth,
The fifth (with Rebels) is of little worth,
The sixth the Murtherer would stab and wound,
The seventh the hot Adult'rer would confound,
The Thiefe would steale the eighth away, and then
False Witnesse spoile the ninth: and for the ten,
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And pluck the rest in pieces if he might.
Thus would these 10 (this cursed Catalogue)
Each race out one, and spoyle the Decalogue.
Man seemes to know (by Art and study great)
Eleven long steps from th'Earth to Gods blest seat:
The first step to the Moone, and secondly,
He mounts unto the sphere of Mercury:
The third staire he to Venus Orbe doth soare:
And fourthly, to the Sunne make one step more:
The fifth to Mars, the sixth to Jupiter:
The seventh to Melancholy Saturns sphere:
Eighthly to th'fixed stars h'ascends on high:
And ninthly to the Primum Mobile:
The tenth step to the Heav'n cal'd Christalline:
And last, where never ending glories shine.
Here's knowledge with mans Ignorance so tainted,
He nothing knowes, nor with himselfe's acquainted.
Eleven long steps from th'Earth to Gods blest seat:
The first step to the Moone, and secondly,
He mounts unto the sphere of Mercury:
The third staire he to Venus Orbe doth soare:
And fourthly, to the Sunne make one step more:
The fifth to Mars, the sixth to Jupiter:
The seventh to Melancholy Saturns sphere:
Eighthly to th'fixed stars h'ascends on high:
And ninthly to the Primum Mobile:
The tenth step to the Heav'n cal'd Christalline:
And last, where never ending glories shine.
Here's knowledge with mans Ignorance so tainted,
He nothing knowes, nor with himselfe's acquainted.
Twelve Patriarks, 12 Prophets, and 12 Tribes,
These sacred twelves the holy Writ describes.
Twelve Gates hath heavenly new Jerusalem,
Each Gate's a whole Perle (vnvalued Jem:)
Twelve thousand furlongs, the Walls are, foure square,
And in each square 3 of those Pearle Gates are.
Twelve Angels, 12 Apostles, 12 Foundations,
That all Believers from all Lands and Nations
May enter there, from North, South, East, and West,
And there be glorifi'd with endlesse Rest:
God grant the Writer, and this Reader may
Keepe there an everlasting Holy-day.
Those blessed Twelves, in 12 lines I have pen'd,
And thus my poore Arithmetick doth
These sacred twelves the holy Writ describes.
Twelve Gates hath heavenly new Jerusalem,
Each Gate's a whole Perle (vnvalued Jem:)
Twelve thousand furlongs, the Walls are, foure square,
And in each square 3 of those Pearle Gates are.
Twelve Angels, 12 Apostles, 12 Foundations,
That all Believers from all Lands and Nations
May enter there, from North, South, East, and West,
And there be glorifi'd with endlesse Rest:
God grant the Writer, and this Reader may
Keepe there an everlasting Holy-day.
Those blessed Twelves, in 12 lines I have pen'd,
And thus my poore Arithmetick doth
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