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

To the Right Honourable IchCambell, Earle Lowdon, Lord high Chancelour of Scotland.

Anagr.

Cal him real'e noble.

Vers.

Cal him real'e nohle, sound his fame, Since you do read his actions in his name.

Epigram.

A Hand divine. or some heroick quill, Imploid with all Parnassus muses skill▪ Must contribute their knowledge to contrive, The excellence, the eminence, and strive, Yea strain themselves for to extoll thy fame, Thy noble nature, and renowned name. Thy worth, thy vertue, and admired wit, Made all thy Nations wisdom, think thee fit, For to be chosen Chancelour Supream, And to support a Monarchs diadem. Thy birth that burthen best became, but then, Thy education did exceed all men: As far as Phoebus in his highest sphear, Excels the smallest meteors in the aire. Most famous Lord, beloved Lowdon Earle, More beautifull then is the brightest pearl: Whose price surpasse those estimations high, Within the compasse or Capacitie

Of my conceptions, surely I may aim To intimate, but cannot come to them. All Europs eies have long time gazd to see Those enterprises entertaind by thee: And duly did determine for to stand, To those intentions thou didst take in hand. When faith fell foul, and noman must appear, In none of these three kingdoms, thou camst here▪ And with a constant courage, and a mind Most certain, zealous, in undaunted kind, Thou didst declare, with hazard of thy blood, Thy resolutions for Religions good. And when confin'd by Soveraign high consent, Nor did thy thoughts nor alter, nor relent: But in a pious and a prudent forme: Past through the power of that tempestuous storme: Stood stedfast, faithfull, as that fixed Star, Which stands, whereby all others ruled are. A learned l••ght, a Peer unparaleld: Whose high expressions in the tongues exceld, And still excels, the eloquence or skill Of Cato, Plato, or Apollo's quill: When time shall cease, when Phoebus shall not shine, And human nature shall become divine, When day in darknesse shall disolve, and when A thousand years shall be the age of man: Yea when the Spring to winter time shall turn: And when the Ocean in a fire shall burn. Then shall they cease to sing thy praise, and then Thy name shall be quite cancelled by men. But not till then (and that will never be) Shall after ages cease to honour thee.

VV. M.