The _Lozange_ is a most beautifull figure, & fit for this purpose, being in his kind a quadrangle reuerst, with his point vpward like to a quarrell of glasse the Greekes and Latines both call it _Rombus_ which may be the cause as I suppose why they also gaue that name to the fish commonly called the _Turbot_, who beareth iustly that figure, it ought not to containe about thirteene or fifteene or one & twentie meetres, & the longest furnisheth the middle angle, the rest passe vpward and downward, still abating their lengthes by one or two sillables till they come to the point: the Fuzie is of the same nature but that he is sharper and slenderer. I will giue you an example of two of those which my Italian friend bestowed vpon me, which as neare as I could I trnslated into the same figure obseruing the phrase of the Orientall speach word for word. A great Emperor in Tartary whom they cal _Can_, for his good fortune in the wars & many notable conquests he had made, was surnamed _Temir Cutzclewe_, this man loued the Lady _Kermesine_, who presented him returning from the conquest of _Corasoon_ (a great kindgom adioyning) with this _Lozange_ made in letters of rubies & diamants entermingled thus: Sound O Harpe Shril lie out Temir the stout Rider who with sharpe Trenching slide of brite steele Hath made his feircest foes so feele All such as wrought him shame or harme The strength of his braue right arme, Cleauing hard downe vnto the eyes The raw skulles of his enemies Much honour hath he wonne By doughtie deedes done In Cora soon And all the Worlde Round. _To which_ Can Temir _answered in_ Fuzie, _with letters of Emeralds and Ametists artificially cut and entermingled, thus Five Sore batailes Manfully fought In blouddy fielde With bright blade in hand Hath Temir won & forst to yeld Many a Captaine strong and stoute And many a king his Crowne to vayle, Conquering large countreys and land, Yet ne uer wanne I vic to rie I speake it to my greate glorie So deare and ioy full vn to me, As when I did first con quere thee O Kerme sine, of all myne foes The most cruell, of all myne woes The smartest , the sweetest My proude con quest My ri chest pray O once a daye Lend me thy sight Whose only light Keepes me Alive. _Of the Triange or Triquet._