e Circle.

And then _Logistica_ saide vnto me, _Poliphilus_, I am sure that thou
doost not vnderstand these Hieragliphs, but they make much for thy
purpose: and therfore they are placed for a Monument and thing to be
considered, of such as passe by.

The Circle _Medium tenuere beati_.

The other, temper thy hast by staying, and thy slownesse by rysing,
consider heereof as thou seest cause.

This bridge was built with a moderate bending, shewing the cunning
disquisition, tryall, examination, arte, and discretion of the excellent
workman and inuenter, commended in the continuaunce and durablenesse
thereof, which manie of our Bayard-like moderne Idiots, without
knowledge, measure and arte buzzing on, neither obserue proportion nor
lyneaments, but all out of order.

This bridge was all of pure Marble.

When wee had passed ouer the bridge, wee walked in the coole shadow,
delighted with the variable notes and chirpings of small byrds, to a
rocky and stony place, where high & craggie Mountaines lifted vp
themselues, afterwarde continuing to abrupt and wilesome hilly places,
full of broken and nybled stones, mounting vppe into the ayre, as high
as a man might looke to, and without any greene grasse or hearbe, and
there were hewen out the three gates, in the verie rocke it selfe, euen
as plaine as might be. A worke verie auncient and past record, in a very
displeasant seate.

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#Tif'eret Ha'el#
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GLORI DEI
MATER AMORIS
GLORIA MVNDI]

Ouer euery one of the which, I beheld in Letters Ionic, Romaine, Hebrew
and Arabic, the tytle that the sacred Queene _Eleutherillida_ fore-told
me that I should find. The Gate vppon my right hand, had vpon it this
word, _Theodoxia_. That vppon my left hand, _Cosmodoxia_. And the
thirde, _Erototrophos_. Vnto the which as soone as we were come, the
Damosels beganne to instruct me in the tytles, and knocking in the
resounding leaues of the Gates, vppon the right hande couered ouer with
greene mosse, they were presently opened.

And ther dyd an olde woman present herselfe vnto vs, of an honourable
countenaunce, out of an olde dawbed and smoakie house, hauing a poore
base little doore, ouer the which was painted _Pilurania_. Shee came
with a modest and honest shamefastnesse, and her dwelling place was in a
solitarie site and shadie Rocke, decayed and cru