goodly myrour / I ryght well behelde
Remembrynge well / my dedes done in tymes past
I toke forwytte / than for to be my shelde
By grace well armed / not to be agast
Thus as I stode / I dyde se at the last
The seconde myrour / as bryght as phebus
Set rounde about / with stones precyous

Ouer whiche dyde h[an]ge / a floure of golde ryght fyne
Wherin was set / an emeraude full bryght
Ryght large and grete / whiche w[on]derfull dyde shyne
That me thought it was / grete conforte to my syght
Bordred with dyamondes / cast[yn]ge a meruaylo[us] lyght
This floure dyde hange / by a ryght subtyll gynne
With a chayne of yron / and many a pryue pynne

Besyde whiche there was / a table of golde
With a goodly scrypture / enameled of grene
The sentence wherof / I dyde well beholde
The whiche sayd thus / it is openly sene
That many a one / full pryuely dooth wene
To blynde an other / by crafte and subtylnes
That ofte blyndeth hym / for all his doublenes

In this myrour whiche is here besyde
Thou shalt well lerne / they selfe for to knowe
Passe forth no ferder / but loke and abyde
Se what shall come / lest that thou ouer throwe
A sodayne rysynge dooth oft fall alowe
Without the grounde / be ryghe sure and perfyte
Beholde well this glasse / & take thy respyte

Whan thou hast so done / to this floure resorte
Laboure to gete it / from this harde yren chayne
Unto the gynnes / vnto thy grete conforte
Yf that thou canst / and take it for thy payne
To be they helpe / in thy Iournaye certayne
Lo here the vertues vnder wryten be
Of this ryall floure in euery degre

This ryche emeraude / who so dooth it bere
From his fyrst werynge / his syght shal not mynysshe
Payne of the heed he nedeth not to fere
By dynt of swerde / he shall neuer perysshe
Ne no thynge begyn / but he shall well fynysshe
Yf it be ryghtfull aftyr a true entent
Without resystence of grete impedyment

Of all nygromancy / and fals enchauntement
Agaynst hym wrought / he shall knowe the effecte
They can not blynde hym by cursed sentement
But he theyr werkes may ryght soone abiecte
No maner poyson he nedeth to susspecte
Neyther in mete not yet in ale ne wyne
Yf it beset well besyde a serpentyne

Yf he vntrue be vnto his gentyll lady
It wyll breke asondre / or crase than doubtlesse
It kepeth close / neuet the auoutry
This gentyll emeraude / this stone of rychesse
Hath many mo vertues / whiche I do not expresse
As saynt Iohan euangelyst doeth shewe openly
Who of h