In that the writer’s art to the right hand doth fall.
Before their face the holy teachers stood erect,—
The mirrors of the soul;—than mirror more correct.
Their breasts they’ve polished with the acts of thought and praise,
That, mirror-like, they catch each image facts may raise.5
Each object born in nature with a lovely mien
Should always have a mirror set to catch its sheen.
A beauteous face enamoured is with mirror’s glance;
Heart’s piety’s the polish best the soul can chance.
A friend of tried sincerity came from afar,