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XV. Of Arysmetryke. Ca. xv.
Now in my boke / ferder to procede
To a chambre I went / replete with ryches
Where sat arysmetryke / in a golden wede
Lyke a lady pure / and of grete worthynes
The walles about / dyde full well expres
With golde depaynted / euery perfyte nombre
To adde / detraye / and to deuyde asonder
To a chambre I went / replete with ryches
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Lyke a lady pure / and of grete worthynes
The walles about / dyde full well expres
With golde depaynted / euery perfyte nombre
To adde / detraye / and to deuyde asonder
The rofe was paynted / with golden beames
The wyndowes crystall / clerely claryfyde
The golden rayes / and depured streames
Of radyant Phebus / that was puryfyde
Ryght in the bull / that tyme so domyfyde
Thrughe wyndowes / was resplendyshaunt
About the chambre / fayre and radyaūt
The wyndowes crystall / clerely claryfyde
The golden rayes / and depured streames
Of radyant Phebus / that was puryfyde
Ryght in the bull / that tyme so domyfyde
Thrughe wyndowes / was resplendyshaunt
About the chambre / fayre and radyaūt
I kneled downe / ryght soone on my kne
And to her I fayd / o lady meruaylous
I ryght humbly beseche your mageste
Your arte to shewe / me so facundyous
Whiche is defuse / and ryght fallacyous
But I shall so apply myne exercyse
That the vary trouth / I shall well deuyse
And to her I fayd / o lady meruaylous
I ryght humbly beseche your mageste
Your arte to shewe / me so facundyous
Whiche is defuse / and ryght fallacyous
But I shall so apply myne exercyse
That the vary trouth / I shall well deuyse
My scyence sayde / she is ryght necessary
And in the myddes / of the scyences all
It is now sette / ryght well and parfytely
For vnto them / it is so specyall
Nombrynge so theyr werkes in generall
Without me / they had no perfytenes
I must them nombre / alwaye doubteles
And in the myddes / of the scyences all
It is now sette / ryght well and parfytely
For vnto them / it is so specyall
Nombrynge so theyr werkes in generall
Without me / they had no perfytenes
I must them nombre / alwaye doubteles
Without nombre / is no maner of thynge
That in our fyght / we maye well se
For god made all the begynnynge
In nombre perfyte / well in certaynte
Who knewe arsmetryke / in euery degre
All maner nombre / in his mynde were had
Bothe to detraye / and to deuyde and adde
That in our fyght / we maye well se
For god made all the begynnynge
In nombre perfyte / well in certaynte
Who knewe arsmetryke / in euery degre
All maner nombre / in his mynde were had
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But who wyll knowe / all the experyence
It behoueth hym / to haue grete lernynge
In many thynges / with true intellygence
Or that he can haue perfyte rekenynge
In euery nombre / by expert connynge
To reherse in englysshe / more of this scyence
It were foly / and eke grete neclygence
It behoueth hym / to haue grete lernynge
In many thynges / with true intellygence
Or that he can haue perfyte rekenynge
In euery nombre / by expert connynge
To reherse in englysshe / more of this scyence
It were foly / and eke grete neclygence
I thought full longe tyll I hadde a fyght
Of la bell pucell / the most fayre lady
My mynde vpon her was / both daye and nyght
The feruent loue / so perst me inwardly
Wherfore I went / anone ryght shortly
Vnto the toure / swete and melodyons
Of dame musyke / so gaye and gloryous
Of la bell pucell / the most fayre lady
My mynde vpon her was / both daye and nyght
The feruent loue / so perst me inwardly
Wherfore I went / anone ryght shortly
Vnto the toure / swete and melodyons
Of dame musyke / so gaye and gloryous
Of Arysmetryke. Ca. xv.
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