Angliæ speculum: or Englands looking-glasse.: Devided into two pats [sic], / by C.VV. Mercer.
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- Title
- 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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- Subject terms
- 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 20, 2024.
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You men of honour, think upon your fame
Be not defil'd, it is a fearfull shame:
And you who are men of a meaner kinde
Be not perswaded to a partiall minde;
Nor let not love, nor hatred, nor the lust
Of earthly things, move thee to be unjust;
Nor waxe too proud, because thou sees thou can,
Sit in the Chair as chief Committee-man:
But now I fear, that thou wilt shake thy head,
And think me sawcie, for the thing ye read,
Yet I have had experience now and then
Of some of those you call Committee-men,
And if you chide or challenge me, in spite,
I will accompt you, one of whom I write;
Besides, conceive the nature of the time,
And you will give me leave to speak in rime:
Or if you quarrell, and will call me to it
And question me, how I durst dare to do it?
I tell you this, the wats have made me bold,
And I am lately, very scarce of gold;
That to be plain, I have no more to say,
But cure this evill,
I shall humbly pray.
W. M.