The seconde myrour / as bryght as phebus Set rounde about / with stones precyous Ouer whiche dyde hãge / a floure of golde ryght fyne Wherin was set / an emeraude full bryght Ryght large and grete / whiche wõderfull dyde shyne That me thought it was / grete conforte to my syght Bordred with dyamondes / castỹge a meruaylous 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 B.ii. In this myrour whiche is here besyde Thou shalt well lerne / they selfe for to knowe Passe forth no ferder / but loke and abyde