CAP. XV.
OF ARSMETRIKE.
Now in my boke ferder to procede;
To a chambre I went, replete wyth rychesse,
Where sat Arysmatryke in a golden wede,
Lyke a lady pure and of great worthynes.
The walles about dyd full well expres,
With golde depaynted, every perfyte nombre,
To adde, detraye, and to devyde asonder.
The rofe was paynted with golden beames,
The wyndowes cristall clerely claryfyde,