TO HIS SON, VINCENT CORBET,

On his BIRTH-DAY, November 10, 1630, being then Three Years old.

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:

Nor too much wealth, nor wit, come to thee,

So much of either may undo thee.

I wish thee learning, not for show,

Enough for to instruct, and know;

Not such as gentlemen require,

To prate at table, or at fire.

I wish thee all thy mothers graces,

Thy fathers fortunes, and his places.

I wish thee friends, and one at court,

Not to build on, but support;

To keep thee, not in doing many

Oppressions, but from suffering any.

I wish thee peace in all thy ways,

Nor lazy nor contentious days;

And when thy soul and body part,

As innocent as now thou art[81].

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