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

To the Right worshipfull, Sir Samuel Roule.

Anagr.

Rise me real soul.

Vers.

Rise my real soul, henceforth take no rest, Till thou enioy the ioy, is not exprest.

Epigr.

THy name, thy nature, and thy practice too, Are all prepar'd, what they resolve to do. Thy name sayes Rise my real soul, no rest, Till thou injoy, the joy is not exprest.

Thy nature likewise really is bent, And to as early rising gives consent: And then thy reall practice every day Of early rising, makes it good, I say.

The age of time, nor yet the times of year, Nor losse of gain, nor wearied travels here, Makes thee omit: but thou prevents the day By early rising, and makes hast to pray.

In publike place, and sacred sermons haunts, Where schismes are not, amongst protestants, In number art one of that noble band, Who for the Nations priviledges stand.

And in its service sent thy noble Sonne, And freeborn heir, what more then could be done? Thus to the State thy good extends, and I Am likewise bound unto thy courtesie.

Wherefore in reason I could do no lesse, Then represent thy vertues in my Glasse.

W. M.