XLIII. Eyes bad, not object.
I Looked upon the wrong or back∣side of a piece of Arras, it seemed to me as a continued Non-sence, there was neither head nor foot there∣in, confusion it self had as much me∣thod in it, a company of thrumbs and threads, with many pieces and patches of severall sorts, sizes and colours, all which signified nothing to my un∣derstanding.
But then looking on the Reverse, or right-side thereof, all put together, did spell excellent proportions and fi∣gures of men and cities. So that in∣deed it was an History not wrot with a pen, but wrought with a needle.
If men look upon our late times