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             Taylors arithmetick from one to tvvelve with a sollid discourse betweene yesterday, to-morrow, to-day, & a lover.
             Taylor, John, 1580-1653.
          
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             TAYLOR●…
          
           ARITHMETICK
           .
           FROM
           ONE
           to
           TWELVE
           .
           WITH
           A
           Sollid
           Discourse
           BETWEENE
           
             YESTERDAY
             ,
             TO-MORROW
             ,
             TO-DAY
             ,
          
           &
           A
           
             LOVER
             ,
          
        
         
           
             LONDON
             ,
          
           Printed
           in
           the
           Yeare
           ,
           16●●
        
      
    
     
       
       
       
         
           Taylors
           
             ARITHMETICK
             ,
          
           &c.
           
        
         
           
             0
             00
             000
             0000
             00000
             000000
          
           
             IN
             the
             first
             line
             you
             nought
             but
             Cyphers
             ●…ee
             ▪
          
           
             10
             100
             1000
             10000
             100000
             1000000
             ▪
          
           
             But
             (
             adding
             One
             )
             they
             more
             then
             Cyphers
             bee
             :
          
           
             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
             laid
             One
             low
             ▪
          
           
             Thus
             (
             with
             Vicissitude
             )
             goes
             weale
             and
             woe
             :
          
           
             Now
             that
             One
             's
             gone
             ,
             some
             are
             left
             bare
             and
             p●…r
             ,
          
           
             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
             sins
             )
             a
             Cypher
             made
             me
             :
          
           
             Just
             nothing
             (
             nothing
             )
             ten
             years
             hath
             been
             paid
             me
             ,
          
           
             Coyne
             is
             mans
             earthly
             life
             ,
             life's
             Nerves
             and
             Si●●wes
          
           
             And
             I
             should
             have
             some
             from
             the
             Crowns
             Rev●…
             ,
          
           
             For
             which
             I
             've
             su'd
             ,
             a●…d
             su'd
             ,
             but
             have
             it
             not
             ;
          
           
             The
             fau●…t
             's
             not
             mine
             ,
             't
             is
             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
             plaid
             ,
          
           
             Zet
             more
             of
             One
             a
             little
             must
             be
             said
             .
          
           
             The
             Father
             's
             One
             ,
             One
             likewise
             is
             the
             Son
             ,
          
           
             The
             Holy
             Ghost
             One
             ,
             and
             all
             three
             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
             Cypher
             round
             ,
          
           
             And
             nothing
             but
             a
             Cypher
             't
             will
             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
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             On
             the
             number
             
               Two
               .
            
          
           
             Two
             Natures
             the
             most
             High
             ,
             most
             bl●…st
             did
             beare
             ,
          
           
             The
             Godhead
             great
             ,
             the
             Manhood
             pure
             and
             cleare
             .
          
           
             Man
             hath
             two
             substances
             ,
             both
             soyl'd
             and
             ●…oule
             ,
          
           
             A
             body
             cloy'd
             with
             crimes
             ,
             a
             sinfull
             soule
             )
          
           
             He
             hath
             Two
             Eyes
             to
             see
             ,
             Two
             Eares
             to
             heare
             ,
          
           
             Two
             hands
             to
             work
             ,
             Two
             legs
             the
             rest
             to
             beare
             ,
          
           
             He
             hath
             Two
             choices
             ,
             Life
             ,
             Death
             ,
             Good
             or
             ill
             ,
          
           
             (
             Yet
             hath
             no
             free
             will
             to
             chuse
             which
             he
             will
             )
          
           
           
             
          
           
             Mans
             will
             to
             chuse
             the
             good
             ,
             and
             ●…un
             the
             〈◊〉
             .
          
           
             Two
             lives
             ,
             Two
             deaths
             ,
             Two
             temporall
             ,
             Two
             eternall
             ,
          
           
             Two
             wayes
             from
             hence
             ,
             Coelestiall
             ,
             and
             Infernall
             .
          
           
             I
             could
             speak
             more
             of
             Two
             ,
             and
             more
             of
             One
             ,
          
           
             But
             Three
             calls
             for
             me
             ,
             and
             I
             must
             be
             gone
             .
          
        
         
           
             On
             the
             number
             
               Three
               .
            
          
           
             Three
             is
             that
             blessed
             Trinity
             ,
             and
             I
          
           
             Do
             beg
             the
             blessing
             of
             that
             Trinity
             .
          
           
             Three
             times
             the
             Apostle
             
               Paul
            
             with
             Rods
             was
             beaten
             ,
          
           
             And
             Three
             times
             suffered
             Shipwrack
             ,
             death
             did
             threaten
             ,
          
           
             Three
             are
             the
             Graces
             Theologicall
             ,
          
           
             (
             Or
             Vertues
             call'd
             Divine
             Coelestiall
             )
          
           
             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
             :
          
           
             Th●…se
             Three
             are
             th'
             Handmaids
             of
             Salvation
             ;
          
           
             These
             guide
             men
             what
             to
             do
             ,
             or
             leave
             undone
             .
          
        
         
           
             On
             the
             number
             
               Foure
               .
            
          
           
             The
             Foure
             Evangelists
             ,
             the
             Story
             pen'd
          
           
             Of
             him
             who
             ne're
             began
             ,
             and
             ne're
             shall
             end
             :
          
           
             His
             low
             discending
             ,
             his
             high
             Pedigree
             ,
          
           
             His
             Innocence
             ,
             wondrous
             works
             ,
             and
             misery
             ;
          
           
             His
             suffrings
             ,
             and
             his
             bitter
             Death
             and
             Passion
             ,
          
           
             To
             free
             poor
             sinners
             from
             deserv'd
             Damnation
             .
          
           
             Foure
             Vertues
             Cardinall
             ,
             Justice
             ,
             Fortitude
             ,
          
           
             Prudence
             ,
             and
             Temperance
             ,
             these
             Foure
             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
               ▪
            
          
           
           
             
          
           
             〈◊〉
             ,
             〈◊〉
             E●…t
             〈◊〉
             South
             ,
             and
             Su●…-set
             West
             .
          
           
             Foure
             seasons
             round
             about
             the
             yeare
             doth
             bring
             ,
          
           
             The
             Summer
             ,
             Autumn
             ,
             Winter
             ,
             and
             the
             Spring
             .
          
           
             Foure
             Elements
             ,
             Fire
             ,
             Water
             ,
             Earth
             are
             three
             ,
          
           
             And
             th'
             Aire
             (
             unseen
             )
             which
             no
             man
             e're
             did
             see
             .
          
           
             Foure
             Dispositions
             ,
             Dry
             ,
             Moist
             ,
             Hot
             ,
             and
             Cold
             .
          
           
             Foure
             strange
             Complexions
             ,
             (
             humerous
             manifold
             ,
             )
          
           
             Intemperate
             Sanguine
             ,
             Lazy
             Phlegmatick
             ,
          
           
             Sad
             mad
             Melancholy
             ,
             rash
             Cholerick
             ,
          
           
             And
             various
             mixtures
             of
             those
             foure
             Complextions
             ,
          
           
             Possesseth
             us
             with
             contrary
             affections
             ;
          
           
             And
             which
             of
             these
             foure
             humours
             are
             most
             in
             us
             ,
          
           
             The
             same
             to
             Vice
             or
             Vertue
             still
             doth
             win
             us
             ;
          
           
             And
             were
             there
             not
             worse
             Knaves
             then
             foure
             i
             th'
             Cards
             ,
          
           
             (
             I
             mean
             no
             Dukes
             ,
             or
             Dons
             ,
             or
             Lords
             ,
             or
             Lards
             )
          
           
             The
             grieved
             peoples
             plaints
             had
             not
             been
             such
             ,
          
           
             And
             Englands
             miseries
             not
             halfe
             so
             much
             .
          
           
             Thus
             having
             done
             with
             Foure
             ,
             I
             think
             it
             meet
             ,
          
           
             To
             fall
             to
             worke
             on
             Five
             to
             Fill
             my
             sheet
             .
          
        
         
           
             On
             the
             number
             
               Five
               .
            
          
           
             Blest
             He
             (
             whose
             Grace
             and
             Glory
             hath
             no
             bounds
             )
          
           
             For
             's
             Enemies
             receiv'd
             Five
             mortall
             wounds
             .
          
           
             Curst
             he
             that
             with
             both
             tongue
             and
             teeth
             doth
             teare
          
           
             That
             glorious
             Name
             ,
             and
             by
             those
             Wounds
             do
             sweare
             ,
          
           
             And
             forsweare
             too
             ;
             those
             cursed
             sons
             of
             
               Caine
               ,
            
          
           
             Do
             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
             Five
             Virgins
             wisely
             waited
             on
             ,
             
          
           
             With
             Oyle
             in
             Lamps
             :
             Five
             foolish
             ones
             had
             none
             .
          
           
             Five
             Sences
             in
             our
             body
             he
             hath
             plac'd
             ,
          
           
             ●…o
             Heare
             ,
             to
             See
             ,
             to
             Smell
             ,
             to
             Touch
             ,
             to
             Taste
             ;
          
           
           
             But
             all
             those
             Senses
             senslesse
             men
             do
             use
             ▪
          
           
             The
             gracious
             giver
             of
             them
             to
             abuse
             .
          
           
             Men
             never
             were
             more
             cruell
             ,
             mercilesse
             ,
          
           
             Never
             more
             Pride
             ,
             or
             vain
             voluptuousnesse
             ▪
          
           
             Hypocrisie
             is
             mask'd
             in
             Robes
             of
             Zeale
             ,
          
           
             And
             Avarice
             preyes
             on
             this
             Nations
             weale
             .
          
           
             Blinde
             fortune
             in
             her
             wisdome
             thought
             it
             fit
             ,
          
           
             To
             give
             some
             all
             ,
             and
             many
             nere
             a
             whit
             :
          
           
             Though
             times
             be
             dangerous
             for
             an
             honest
             man
             ;
          
           
             With
             Gods
             help
             I
             'le
             passe
             through
             all
             as
             I
             can
             .
          
           
             And
             thus
             my
             fingers
             Five
             do
             make
             an
             end
          
           
             With
             Five
             ,
             because
             on
             Six
             I
             must
             attend
             .
          
        
         
           
             On
             the
             number
             
               Six
               .
            
          
           
             Six
             I
             'le
             be
             briefe
             with
             ,
             for
             my
             mind
             I
             fix
             ,
          
           
             To
             write
             more
             large
             of
             Seven
             and
             short
             of
             Six
             .
          
           
             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
             't
             ,
             
             he'th
             lost
             both
             Grace
             ,
             and
             pl●…ce
          
           
             In
             Paradice
             ,
             and
             all
             his
             wretched
             Race
          
           
             Unto
             his
             sinne
             Originall
             are
             Heires
             ,
          
           
             Increas'd
             still
             with
             the
             actuall
             sins
             of
             theirs
             .
          
           
             For
             which
             the
             Curse
             was
             ,
             Man
             his
             bread
             should
             eate
             ,
          
           
             With
             Six
             daies
             worke
             in
             Seven
             with
             toyle
             and
             sweat
             ▪
          
        
         
           
             On
             the
             number
             
               Seven
               .
            
          
           
             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
             Sabbath
             ,
             type
             of
             endlesse
             rest
             ▪
          
           
           
             The
             Planets
             (
             in
             their
             revolutions
             )
             s●…ven
             .
          
           
             The
             7
             Starres
             in
             the
             Firmament
             of
             Heaven
             .
          
           
             
               Pharaoh's
            
             7
             (
             dream'd
             leane
             Kine
             devour'd
             7
             fat
             ,
          
           
             And
             want
             and
             plenty
             
               Joseph
            
             found
             by
             that
             .
             
          
           
             Yea
             more
             than
             forty
             times
             
               Leviticus
            
             
          
           
             Doth
             in
             6
             Chapters
             mention
             7
             to
             us
             .
          
           
             Six
             times
             
               Eliahs
            
             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
             down
             the
             walls
             of
             Jericho
             
          
           
             King
             
               David
            
             7
             times
             every
             day
             did
             praise
          
           
             The
             Lord
             for
             's
             judgements
             just
             ,
             and
             righteous
             wayes
             .
             
          
           
             
             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
             sons
             in
             the
             
               Maccabees
               ,
            
             
          
           
             In
             liv●…s
             and
             deaths
             renown'd
             for
             constancies
             .
          
           
             Pe●●●ions
             7
             taught
             by
             our
             Lord
             Supernall
             ,
          
           
             Include
             〈◊〉
             blessings
             ,
             temporall
             and
             eternall
             ,
          
           
             Christ
             (
             in
             compassion
             )
             in
             his
             Passions
             grief
             ,
          
           
             Spake
             7
             sweet
             words
             to
             the
             believing
             Thiefe
             ;
          
           
             Then
             he
             who
             paid
             our
             great
             Redemptions
             price
             .
          
           
             Said
             ,
             
               this
               day
               shalt
               thou
               be
               in
               Paradice
               :
            
             
          
           
             These
             7
             words
             were
             Celestiall
             
               Gileads
            
             Balme
             ,
          
           
             Midst
             storms
             of
             death
             and
             hell
             ,
             a
             blessed
             calm
             .
          
           
             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
             sins
             numberlesse
             .
          
           
             Seven
             Asian
             Churches
             in
             the
             Revelation
             ,
          
           
             Seven
             Angells
             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
             seventh
             yeare
             we
             may
             justly
             call
          
           
             Our
             lifes
             division
             Clymactericall
             :
          
           
             And
             nine
             times
             seven
             ,
             of
             years
             are
             sixty
             three
             ,
          
           
             Mans
             dangerous
             age
             ,
             and
             death
             as
             oft
             we
             see
             .
          
           
             And
             ten
             times
             seven
             amounts
             to
             seven
             times
             ten
             ,
          
           
             Just
             
               Davids
            
             span
             the
             common
             age
             of
             men
             :
          
           
             Thrice
             seven
             years
             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
             .
          
           
             Seven
             are
             the
             deadly
             sinnes
             ,
             whose
             root
             and
             stem
          
           
             Grew
             first
             in
             hell
             ,
             and
             all
             sins
             else
             from
             them
             .
          
           
             Seven
             were
             the
             wisest
             men
             ere
             Gotham
             had
             ,
          
           
             But
             England
             hath
             seven
             thousand
             sevens
             as
             mad
             .
          
           
             Seven
             Sages
             ●…nce
             in
             Greece
             renown'd
             ,
             admir'd
          
           
             For
             wisdome
             ,
             (
             in
             these
             times
             not
             much
             desir'd
             ,
             )
          
           
             Rome
             once
             had
             seven
             wise
             Masters
             ,
             they
             are
             dead
             .
          
           
             Seven
             thousand
             Knaves
             and
             Fools
             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
             ,
          
           
             H●…re
             onely
             two
             directs
             the
             way
             to
             heaven
             .
          
           
             A
             holy
             Prophet
             long
             ago
             fore
             told
             ,
          
           
             
               Seven
               Women
               should
               upon
               one
               man
               take
               hold
               .
            
             
          
           
           
             Which
             Prophesie
             is
             very
             near
             fulfil'd
             .
          
           
             By
             bloudy
             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
             seven
             Womens
             scarcely
             left
             .
          
           
             The
             Seven
             Electors
             at
             an
             Emperours
             choice
             .
          
           
             Are
             Seven
             to
             make
             up
             a
             prevailing
             Voice
             .
          
           
             Seven
             years
             Apprentiship
             the
             Law
             ordain'd
             .
          
           
             Whereby
             men
             have
             their
             freedoms
             here
             obtain'd
             .
          
        
         
           
             On
             the
             number
             
               Eight
               .
            
          
           
             When
             the
             old
             World
             was
             drown'd
             ,
             Eight
             then
             surviv'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             those
             Eight
             the
             new
             World
             was
             deriv'd
             .
          
        
         
           
             On
             the
             number
             
               Nine
               .
            
          
           
             'T
             is
             plainly
             and
             undoubtedly
             exprest
             ,
          
           
             Nine
             sorts
             of
             people
             certainly
             are
             best
             .
             
          
           
             Ingratitude
             Nine
             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
             Kingdom
             '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
             
               Mecoenas
               ,
            
          
           
             I
             live
             and
             lack
             ,
             and
             wander
             like
             a
             leane
             Asse
             .
          
        
         
           
             On
             the
             number
             
               Ten.
               
            
          
           
             The
             Ten
             Commandments
             are
             the
             Law
             Divine
             .
          
           
             
               (
               To
               keep
               those
               Lawes
               ,
               good
               Lord
               our
               hearts
               incline
               ;
               )
            
          
           
             But
             from
             those
             Ten
             ,
             should
             Ten
             men
             each
             pluck
             one
             ,
          
           
             'T
             is
             to
             be
             fear'd
             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
             damn
             and
             sweare
             ,
          
           
             From
             the
             Commandments
             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
             spoyle
             the
             ninth
             :
             and
             for
             the
             ten
             ,
          
           
             The
             Wretch
             that
             's
             coveteous
             would
             rend
             and
             bite
             ,
          
           
             And
             pluck
             the
             rest
             in
             pieces
             if
             be
             might
             .
          
           
             Thus
             would
             these
             Ten
             (
             this
             cursed
             Catalogue
             )
          
           
             Each
             race
             out
             one
             ,
             and
             spoile
             the
             Decalogue
             .
          
        
         
           
             On
             the
             number
             
               Eleven
               .
            
          
           
             Man
             seems
             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
            
             Orb
             doth
             soare
             :
          
           
             And
             fourthly
             ,
             to
             the
             Sun
             make
             one
             step
             more
             :
          
           
             The
             fifth
             to
             
               Mars
               ,
            
             the
             sixth
             to
             
               Jupiter
               :
            
          
           
             The
             seventh
             to
             Melancholy
             
               Saturns
            
             sphere
             :
          
           
             Eighthly
             to
             th'
             fixed
             stars
             〈◊〉
             ascends
             on
             high
             :
          
           
             And
             ninthly
             to
             the
             
               Primum
               Mobile
               ▪
            
          
           
             The
             tenth
             step
             to
             the
             Heav'n
             cal'd
             
               Christaline
               :
            
          
           
             And
             last
             where
             never
             ending
             glories
             shine
             .
          
           
             Here
             's
             knowledge
             with
             mans
             Ignorance
             so
             tainted
             .
          
           
             He
             nothing
             knows
             ,
             nor
             with
             himselfe
             's
             acquainted
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             On
             the
             number
             
               Twelve
               .
            
          
           
             Twelve
             Patriarks
             ,
             Twelve
             Prophets
             ,
             and
             Twelve
             Tribes
             ,
          
           
             These
             sacred
             Twelves
             the
             holy
             Writ
             describes
             .
          
           
             Twelve
             Gates
             hath
             heavenly
             new
             Jerusalem
             ,
             
          
           
             Each
             Gate
             's
             a
             whole
             Pearle
             (
             unvalued
             jem
             :
             )
          
           
             Twelve
             thousand
             Furlongs
             ,
             the
             Walls
             are
             ,
             foure
             square
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             each
             square
             three
             of
             those
             Pearle
             Gates
             are
             .
          
           
             Twelve
             Angels
             ,
             Twelve
             Apostles
             ,
             Twelve
             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
          
           
             Keep
             there
             an
             everlasting
             Holy-Day
             .
          
           
             Those
             blessed
             Twelves
             in
             Twelve
             lines
             I
             have
             Pen'd
             .
          
           
             And
             thus
             my
             poor
             ARITHMETICK
             doth
             END
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           Too
           late
           to
           call
           back
           YESTERDAY
           :
           
             AND
          
           To
           MORROW
           Comes
           not
           Yet
           .
           The
           words
           fancied
           in
           a
           Dialogue
           ,
           supposed
           between
           a
           LOVER
           and
           the
           DAY
           .
        
         
           
             Lover
             .
          
           
             HO
             ▪
             Yesterday
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yesterday
             .
          
           
             Who
             calls
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Lo.
             
          
           
             A
             Lover
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yest
             .
          
           
             Why
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Lov.
             
          
           
             Deare
             Yesterday
             come
             back
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yest
             .
          
           
             Lover
             ,
             not
             I.
          
           
             I
             dare
             not
             so
             transgresse
             against
             Times
             Glasse
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Lov.
             
          
           
             One
             word
             —
             but
             one
             word
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yest
             .
          
           
             Not
             one
             ,
             let
             me
             pass
             .
          
        
         
           
             Lov.
             
          
           
             By
             the
             Dews
             that
             deck'd
             thy
             Locks
             :
          
           
             By
             thy
             Heards
             ,
             and
             by
             thy
             Flocks
             :
          
           
             By
             Times
             oft
             well-taken
             Lock
             :
          
           
             By
             the
             Swallow
             ,
             by
             the
             Cock
             :
          
           
             By
             the
             dainty
             languag'd
             Lark
             :
          
           
             By
             every
             thing
             that
             hates
             the
             Dark
             :
             good
             Yesterday
             come
             back
             .
          
           
             By
             thy
             faire
             and
             lovely
             face
             :
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             Sun
             which
             gave
             that
             grace
             :
          
           
             Sweet
             Yesterday
             come
             back
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yest
             .
          
           
             What
             should
             I
             doe
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Lov.
             
          
           
             I
             gave
             my
             Mistris
             vows
             ,
             nay
             ,
             and
             tears
             too
             ;
          
           
             Bring
             them
             all
             back
             ,
             for
             (
             O
             sad
             truth
             to
             say
             !
             )
          
           
             She
             seem'd
             true
             then
             ,
             I
             finde
             her
             false
             to
             Day
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yest
             .
          
           
             What
             's
             this
             to
             me
             ?
             their
             griefs
             they
             past
             cure
             find
          
           
             Who
             (
             to
             give
             Love
             Eyes
             )
             strike
             their
             Reason
             blind
             .
          
        
         
           
             Lov.
             
          
           
             I
             stain'd
             thy
             faire
             face
             with
             a
             foul
             sin
             ,
             bri●…
             but
             that
             then
             back
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yest
             .
          
           
             Foole
             !
             hope
             for
             no
             such
             thing
             :
          
           
             Go
             grieve
             ,
             go
             weep
             ,
             and
             let
             thy
             tear-stain'd
             face
          
           
             Court
             Mercy
             ,
             and
             beget
             thee
             new
             to
             Grace
             :
          
           
             For
             ,
             to
             repent
             is
             ne're
             too
             late
             ,
             all
             say
             ;
          
           
             But
             't
             is
             too
             late
             to
             call
             back
             YESTERDAY
             .
          
        
         
           
             Lov.
             
          
           
             Why
             then
             (
             my
             blinded
             Reason
             to
             restore
             )
          
           
             I
             'le
             leave
             to
             Love
             ,
             and
             love
             to
             sin
             no
             more
             .
          
           
             To
             Morrow
             comes
             not
             Yet
             .
          
        
         
           
             Lov.
             
          
           
             Since
             then
             YESTER●…Y
             is
             gone
             ,
          
           
             TO MORROVV
             wing
             thee
             ,
             haste
             come
             on
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               To
            
             Mor.
             
          
           
             I
             must
             not
             looke
             to
             Day
             i'
             th
             face
             .
          
        
         
           
             Lov.
             
          
           
             Yet
             good
             To
             Morrow
             mend
             thy
             pace
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               To
            
             Mor.
             
          
           
             I
             dare
             not
             .
          
        
         
           
             Lov
             ,
          
           
             Why
             ?
          
        
         
           
           
             To
             Mor.
             
          
           
             If
             I
             too
             swiftly
             passe
             ,
          
           
             I
             presse
             Times
             Sand
             too
             hard
             ,
             and
             break
             his
             Glasse
             .
          
        
         
           
             Lov.
             
          
           
             By
             my
             hopes
             to
             thee
             extended
             :
          
           
             By
             the
             fears
             of
             men
             condemned
             :
          
           
             By
             the
             Joyes
             thou
             bringst
             along
             :
          
           
             By
             the
             Griefes
             that
             with
             thee
             throng
             :
          
           
             By
             the
             promis'd
             meetings
             made
             :
          
           
             By
             the
             money
             thou
             't
             see
             paid
             :
          
           
             By
             their
             gladness
             that
             receive
             it
             :
          
           
             By
             their
             sadnesse
             that
             do
             leave
             it
             :
          
           
             By
             those
             sweet
             Maids
             languishings
             :
          
           
             To
             whose
             beds
             thine
             Evening
             brings
             :
          
           
             Kinde
             Husband
             ,
             good
             To
             Morrow
             make
             haste
             .
          
        
         
           
             To
             Mor.
             
          
           
             Why
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Lo.
             
          
           
             Shall
             I
             tell
             thee
             merrily
             ?
          
           
             With
             thee
             my
             Lands
             comes
             to
             my
             hands
             ,
             and
             sums
             of
             money
             store
             ;
          
           
             With
             thee
             I
             'le
             Laugh
             ,
             Caper
             and
             Quaffe
             ,
             and
             never
             ●…de
             a
             Mistresse
             more
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               To
            
             Mor.
             
          
           
             This
             hastes
             not
             me
             ,
             I
             must
             perforce
             refuse
             thee
             :
          
           
             Better
             not
             see
             ,
             then
             see
             me
             and
             abuse
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             Lov.
             
          
           
             Why
             then
             ,
             To
             Morrow
             ,
             make
             a
             friendly
             haste
             ,
          
           
             And
             my
             wild
             ,
             rough
             ,
             old
             Will
             ,
             I
             will
             new
             cast
             :
          
           
             I
             that
             To
             Day
             am
             practis'd
             in
             the
             Trade
          
           
             Of
             sin
             .
             I
             will
             To
             Morrow
             be
             new
             made
             :
          
           
             Therefore
             to
             Morrow
             make
             haste
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               To
            
             Mor.
             
          
           
             Thus
             some
             say
             :
          
           
             We
             are
             found
             worse
             To
             Morrow
             then
             To
             Day
             .
          
           
             When
             Verbalists
             subdue
             our
             easie
             Trust
             .
          
           
             We
             Plough
             in
             Sand
             ,
             and
             write
             our
             hopes
             in
             dust
             :
          
           
             Dissembler
             cease
             ,
             swift
             vowes
             we
             soon
             forget
             ;
          
           
             Repent
             To
             Day
             ,
             To
             Morrow
             comes
             not
             Yet
             .
          
        
         
           
             Lo.
             
          
           
             Why
             then
             (
             to
             shun
             succession
             of
             my
             sorrow
             )
          
           
             I
             'le
             be
             new
             made
             To
             Day
             ,
             yet
             mend
             To
             Morrow
             .
          
        
         
         
           To
           Day
           ,
           while
           I
           may
           .
        
         
           
             Lov.
             
          
           
             Well
             ●…et
             to
             Day
             ,
          
           
             Why
             such
             grea●…
             haste
             ?
          
        
         
           
             To
             Day
             .
          
           
             To
             please
          
           
             The
             longing
             eyes
             of
             the
             Antipodes
             .
          
           
             Yesterday
             ▪
             s
             their
             Day
             ,
             in
             joy
             and
             sorrow
             ,
          
           
             And
             I
             that
             am
             thy
             Day
             ,
             I
             am
             theirs
             to-morrow
             :
          
           
             The
             round-fac'd
             wo●…ld
             is
             look'd
             on
             by
             us
             three
             ,
             !
          
           
             I
             pursue
             yesterday
             ,
             to-morrow
             mee
             .
          
        
         
           
             Lov.
             
          
           
             Yet
             good
             To-Day
             do
             not
             so
             swiftly
             slide
          
           
             By
             the
             Causes
             this
             Day
             tride
          
           
             By
             thy
             Beauty
             ;
             and
             by
             all
          
           
             Thy
             dainty
             deckings
             ;
             by
             the
             fall
          
           
             Of
             thy
             sweet
             fertile
             showers
             ;
             and
             by
          
           
             Thy
             againe
             unclouded
             eye
             :
          
           
             By
             the
             Birds
             that
             sing
             thy
             grace
             ,
          
           
             By
             the
             Windes
             that
             fanne
             thy
             face
             ;
          
           
             By
             thy
             foure
             and
             twenty
             steps
             ,
          
           
             By
             thy
             minutes
             active
             leaps
             ,
          
           
             By
             my
             intended
             goodnesse
             ;
             and
          
           
             By
             times
             strict
             observed
             sand
             ;
          
           
             Since
             't
             is
             too
             late
             (
             as
             all
             men
             say
             )
          
           
             To
             call
             back
             gadding
             yesterday
             ,
          
           
             And
             since
             to-morrow
             comes
             not
             yet
             ,
          
           
             To
             my
             paine
             a
             Period
             set
          
           
             Being
             left
             alone
             to
             thee
          
           
             Good
             to-day
             stay
             ,
             be
             kinde
             ,
             and
             pity
             mee
             .
          
        
         
           
             To-Day
             .
          
           
             And
             why
             (
             important
             Pleader
             )
             should
             I
             stay
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Lov.
             
          
           
             I
             feel
             another
             change
             ,
             me-thinks
             ,
             To-Day
             ;
          
           
             My
             soules
             deare
             Lover
             calls
             for
             me
             ,
             his
             choice
             ,
          
           
             And
             I
             desire
             To-Day
             ,
             to
             heare
             his
             voyce
             :
          
           
             Inlarge
             not
             then
             my
             griefes
             by
             thy
             neglect
             ,
          
           
             But
             let
             my
             high
             cause
             court
             thy
             kind
             res●…ect
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             To-Day
             .
          
           
             This
             stops
             not
             me
             .
             farewell
             .
             I
             ●…st
             away
             .
          
           
             Lovers
             call
             for
             me
             past
             America
             .
          
        
         
           
             Lov.
             
          
           
             Why
             then
             deare
             Lover
             of
             my
             soule
             ,
          
           
             (
             Since
             I
             cannot
             Times
             controle
             )
          
           
             Seek
             thy
             sheep
             ,
             lost
             in
             this
             worlds
             brackey
             ●…round
             ,
          
           
             Seek
             him
             that
             doth
             desire
             to
             be
             found
             .
          
           
             
               Christ
               .
            
             Why
             wood'st
             thou
             me
             ?
             have
             sinners
             hope
             ●…o
             speed
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Lov.
             
          
           
             True
             Lord
             ,
             a
             sinner
             ,
             yet
             a
             broken
             Reed
             .
          
        
         
           
             Chr.
             
          
           
             Thy
             life
             is
             spotted
             ,
             foule
             ,
             and
             black
             as
             night
             ;
          
        
         
           
             Lov.
             
          
           
             True
             Master
             ,
             but
             thy
             life
             was
             Virgin-white
             ;
          
           
             By
             thy
             love
             ,
             my
             hearts
             delight
             ,
          
           
             By
             thy
             unmatch'd
             excellence
             ,
          
           
             By
             thy
             victorious
             patience
             ,
          
           
             By
             thy
             comely
             silence
             ,
             when
          
           
             Thou
             (
             my
             God
             )
             wer
             't
             scorn'd
             of
             men
             ,
          
           
             By
             that
             sweet
             and
             saving
             look
          
           
             Thou
             didst
             cast
             back
             on
             
               Peter
               ,
            
             book
          
           
             Me
             in
             thy
             mercy
             ▪
             let
             thy
             Grace
             abound
             ,
          
           
             Seek
             him
             that
             doth
             desire
             to
             be
             found
             .
          
        
         
           
             Chr.
             
          
           
             Tell
             me
             ,
             oh
             thou
             for
             whom
             I
             bled
             ,
             I
             see
          
           
             A
             Majesty
             in
             thy
             humility
             ;
          
           
             And
             there
             fore
             tell
             me
             ,
             my
             lost
             sheep
             ,
             be
             true
             ,
          
           
             And
             tell
             me
             where
             thou
             feed'st
             ,
             a
             tear
             or
             two
          
           
             Will
             bring
             thee
             back
             ;
             or
             if
             thou
             'rt
             gone
             astray
             ,
          
           
             I
             le
             send
             a
             voyce
             behind
             thee
             ,
             that
             shall
             say
             ,
          
           
             This
             is
             the
             way
             walk
             in
             't
             .
          
        
         
           
             Lov.
             
          
           
             I
             am
             not
             in
          
           
             A
             Spicy
             Garden
             ,
             but
             a
             Sea
             of
             Sin
             ;
          
           
             I
             feed
             not
             Lord
             among
             the
             Lillies
             ;
             no
             .
          
           
             I
             feast
             with
             mine
             own
             follies
             :
             Since
             't
             is
             so
             ,
          
           
             That
             yesterday
             I
             was
             lost
             in
             this
             ground
             ,
          
           
             And
             being
             not
             sure
             to-morrow
             to
             be
             found
             ,
          
           
             Dear
             Master
             and
             good
             Shepheard
             mind
             thy
             gaines
             ,
          
           
             Finde
             me
             to
             day
             ,
             ●…d
             take
             me
             for
             thy
             paines
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
    
     
       
         Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
         
           Notes for div A64222e-110
           
             Mat.
             25.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             41.
             
          
           
             As
             the
             12.
             13
             ,
             14
             ,
             15
             ,
             16.
             23
             25.
             1
             
             King.
             18
             44.
             
          
           
             Josh
             6.
             
          
           
             Psa.
             15.
             164.
             
          
           
             2
             King
             .
             〈◊〉
             .
          
           
             2
             Mac.
             7.
             
          
           
             Luk
             23.
             43.
             
          
           
             Isai.
             4.
             1.
             
          
           
             Mat.
             5.
             
             Luk
             17.
             
          
           
             Rev.
             21.