Was born in 1582, the son of a nurseryman at Eweli, Surrey. At Oxford, to which he proceeded from Westminster school in 1597, he was noted as a wit. On taking orders he continued to display this talent from the pulpit, and James I., in consideration of his “fine fancy and preaching,” made him one of the royal chaplains. In 1620 he became vicar of Stewkley, Berkshire, and in the same year was made ... more »
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Richard Corbet Poems
The Fairies Farewell
FAREWELL, rewards and fairies, Good housewives now may say, For now foul sluts in dairies Do fare as well as they.
To His Son, Vincent Corbet
What I shall leave thee none can tell, But all shall say I wish thee well: I wish thee, Vin, before all wealth, Both bodily and ghostly health;
The Distracted Puritan
Am I mad, O noble Festus, When zeal and godly knowledge Have put me in hope
An Epitaph on Doctor Donne, Dean of St. ...
He that would write an epitaph for thee, And do it well, must first begin to be Such as thou wert; for none can truly know Thy worth, thy life, but he that hath lived so.
Aan Elegie On Dr. Ravis, Bishop of Londo...
When I past Paul's, and travell'd in that vvalke Where all our Britaine sinners svveare and talk, And then beheld the body of my Lord Trood under foote by vice that lie abhorr'd,
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The Fairies Farewell
FAREWELL, rewards and fairies,
Good housewives now may say,
For now foul sluts in dairies
Do fare as well as they.
And though they sweep their hearths no less
Than maids were wont to do,
Yet who of late for cleanness
Finds sixpence in her shoe?
Lament, lament, old Abbeys,
The Fairies’ lost command!
They did but change Priests’ babies,
But some have changed your land.
And all your children, sprung from thence,
Are now grown Puritans,
Who live as Changelings ever since
For love of your ...