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Richard Corbet The Poems of Richard Corbet, late bishop of Oxford and of Norwich

THE DEATH OF HIS OWNE FATHER.
Vincent Corbet, farther knowne
By Poynters name, then by his owne,
Here lyes ingaged till the day
Of raising bones, and quickning clay.
Nor wonder, reader, that he hath
Two surnames in his epitaph;
For this one did comprehend
All that two familyes could lend:
And if to know more arts then any
Could multiply one into many,
Here a colony lyes, then,
Both of qualityes and men.
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Richard Corbet The Poems of Richard Corbet, late bishop of Oxford and of Norwich

THE DEANE,
(From Flower in Northamptonshire, 1625,)
NOW THE WORTHY BISHOP OF NORWICH. By ROBERT GOMERSALL [35] .
Still to be silent, or to write in prose,
Were alike sloth, such as I leave to those
Who either want the grace of wit, or have
Untoward arguments: like him that gave [lxviii]
Life to the flea, or who without a guest
Would prove that famine was the only feast;
Self tyrants, who their braines doubly torment,
Both for their matter and their ornament.
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Richard Corbet The Poems of Richard Corbet, late bishop of Oxford and of Norwich

In this dearth of fact as to dates, I shall presume to suppose he married about 1625 Alice the only daughter of his fellow-collegian Dr. Leonard Hutton, a man of some eminence in his day as a divine and an antiquary, and whose character is thus drawn by Antony Wood with a felicity that rarely accompanies his pencil: “His younger years were beautified with all kind of polite learning, his middle with ingenuity and judgment, and his reverend years with great wisdom in government, having been often subdean of his college.”
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