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TO MY BROTHER, Captain John Mercer.
Anagr.
Hence, no more ir.
Vers.
Hence, no more ire; this comes well nigh your name.
Let Anagram and actions; be the same.
Sonnet.
THose curtesies which common are to others,
May very well be us'd between two Brothers,
You see I have presumed with my pen,
To write my minde to many worthy men.
I shall not therefore think it much amisse,
To visit you with these few lines, in this.
Nor think's unproper, though you have the age,
For to receive, this Sonnet for a pledge
Of my respects; and be advis'd by me,
To let your outwards, and your minde agree.
Nature, in each thing, hath perform'd, and Art,
In you; and Parents also, playd their part;
Make good these gifts, curb passion, lose no time,
And though you think me, guilty of the crime;
Which I condemn, yet strive you to be better,
And for so doing, I shall be your debter.
W. M.