TO HIS SON, VINCENT CORBET. BY RICHARD CORBET, BISHOP OF NORWICH.* WHAT I fhall leave thee none can tell, I wish thee (Vin) before all wealth, Both bodily and ghoftly health: Nor too much wealth, nor wit, come to thee, So much of either may undo thee. I wish thee learning, not for fhow, I wish thee all thy mothers graces, Born 1583; dyed 1635. 6 10 15 20 SONGS. BY THOMAS CAREW, ESQ. * I'L MURDRING BEAUTY. gaze no more on her bewitching face, Since ruine harbours there in every place: For my enchanted foul alike fhe drowns 5 With calms and tempefts of her smiles and frowns. I furfet with exceffe of joy, and dye. ETERNITY OF LOVE PROTESTED. How ill doth he deserve a lover's name, Whose pale weak flame Cannot retain His heat in spight of absence or disdain ; But doth at once, like paper fet on fire, True love can never change his feat, That noble flame, which my breft keeps alive, Nor shall my love dye when my bodye's dead; That shall wait on me to the lower shade, And never fade. My very ashes in their urn Shall, like a hallowed lamp, for ever burn. 5 10 15 THE FAREWELL. BY HENRY KING, BISHOP OF CHICHESTER. Splendidis longùm valedico nugis. FAREWE Thou that haft made me thy fcorn'd property, Farewell, falfe Hope, that fann'd my warm defire, Which nor fighs cool, nor tears extinguish can, 10 Farewell, vain World, upon whofe restless stage |