Angliæ speculum: or Englands looking-glasse.: Devided into two pats [sic], / by C.VV. Mercer.

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Angliæ speculum: or Englands looking-glasse.: Devided into two pats [sic], / by C.VV. Mercer.
Author
Mercer, William, 1605?-1676?
Publication
London :: Printed by Tho: Paine,
MDCXLVI. [1646]
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Great Britain -- History
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"Angliæ speculum: or Englands looking-glasse.: Devided into two pats [sic], / by C.VV. Mercer." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A89059.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 17, 2024.

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TO the right Honourable Thomas Bruce, Lord BRUCE.

Anag.
Com, be as tru'.
Vers.
Come, be as true, unto your State as I. Who shall assist with all fidelity,
Epigr.
I Stand obliged, by a strong relation, To pay thee tribute; one is from the Nation, Whereof thou art, an ancient Earl true born, And I a Native of the same am sworn. The second cause, by which I finde me bound, Is this; thy actions have been alwayes found So faithfull here; in what thou dost afford For Englands good wherein thou art a Lord, And hast remained certain, by-past yeers, In Parliament; in number of the Peers. The last is this, which makes a threefold tie, I stand ingaged, by affinitie; These three may challenge, since they all are true, A dutifull remembrance of thy due. And were it not I partiall should be held, I would expresse thee searcely Paralleld. But I forbear, because thy fame doth flie, Beyond the reach of my arrested eye: Continue still in favour, wealth, and fame, And honours, encrease on thy Noble name. And if curst envie, doth affirm I flatter, Yet can my lines, not make thee worse, nor better.

W. M.

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