Richard Corbet, The Poems of Richard Corbet, late bishop of Oxford and of Norwich
“ THE DEATH OF HIS OWNE FATHER.Vincent Corbet, farther knowneBy Poynters name, then by his owne,Here lyes ingaged till the dayOf raising bones, and quickning clay.Nor wonder, reader, that he hathTwo surnames in his epitaph;For this one did comprehendAll that two familyes could lend:And if to know more arts then anyCould multiply one into many,Here a colony lyes, then,Both of qualityes and men. ”
