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Certain elegant poems, written by Dr. Corbet, Bishop of Norvvich
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Corbet, Richard, 1582-1635.
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CERTAIN ELEGANT POEMS WRITTEN By Dr. CORBET BISHOP OF NORWICH London Printed by R. Cotes for Andrew Crooke at the Green Dragon in Pauls Church-yard 1647. TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE THE Lady Teynbam Her humble Servant N. N. wisheth eternall Beauty both in this world and the world to come Madam I Have read that a poor and mean Lamp of a great Philosopher hath been sold at a great price And I have seen a Medail which in the intrinseck value was worth little sold at a great rate because it had the Name and Image of some great Person stampt upon it I therefore that I may gain an extrinseque value to this Book have presumed to dedicate it unto you Madam in hope that your Noblenesse and gentlenesse is as great as your Beauty which delighteth and causeth admiration in the eyes of all but those of the envious And that you will in the permission of your Name to be set before this Book imitate the custome of Kings who set their Names on coines of Copper as well as on those of Gold and as the King that coines sets what value hee pleaseth on his Money so when your name is set to his Work I will give it what price 〈…〉 please and every wise person will â—…uy it POEMS Iter Boreale FOure Clerks of Oxford Doctors two and two That would be Doctors having lesse to doe With Austin then with Galen in Vacation Chang'd studies and turn'd bookes to recreation And on the tenth of August Northward bent A journey not so soone conceiv'd as spent The first halfe day they rode they light upon A Noble Clergy host Kitt Middleton Who numbring out good dishes with good tales The major part o' th cheere weigh'd downe the scales And though the count'nance make the feast say bookes Wee nere found better welcome with worse lookes Here we payd thankes and parted and at night Had entertainment all in one mans right At Flowre a Village where our Tenant shee Sharpe as a winter morning fierce yet free With a leane visage like a Carved face On a Court-cupboard offer'd up the Place She pleas'd us well but yet her husband better A hearty fellow and a good bone-setter Now whither it were providence or lucke Whether the keepers or the stealers bucke There we had ven'son such as Virgill slew When he would feast AEneas and his crew Here we consum'd a day and the next morne To Daintry with a Land-winde wee were borne It was the Marker and the Lecture day For Lecturers sell Sermons as the Lay Doe sheepe and Oxen have their seasons just For both their Markets there wee dranke downe dust I' th' interim comes a most officious drudge His face and gowne draw'd out with the same budge His pendant pouch which was both large and wide Look'd like a Letters-patents by his side He was as awfull as he had beene sent From Moses with the eleventh Commandement And one of us he sought a man of Flower He must bid stand and challenge for an hower The Doctors both were quitted of their scare The one was hoarse the other was not there Therefore him of the two he seised best Able to answer him of all the rest Because he needs but ruminate that ore Which he had chew'd the Sabbath day before For though we were resolv'd to doe him right For Master Bayleys sake and Master Wright Yet he dissembl'd that the Mace did erre For he nor Deacon was nor Minister No quoth the Serjeant sure then by relation You have a licence Sir or Toleration And if you have no orders 't is the better So you have Dods precepts or Cleavers letter Thus looking on his Mace and urging still 'T was Master Wrights and Master Bayleys will That he should mount at last he condescended To stoppe the gap and so the Treaty ended The Sermon pleas'd and when we were to dine Wee all had Preachers wages thankes and wipe Our next dayes stage was Littleworth a Towne Not willing to be noted or set downe By any Traveller for when we had beene Through at both ends wee could not find an Inne Yet for the Church sake turne and light wee must Hoping to finde one dramme of Wickless dust But wee found none for underneath the Pole No more rests of his body then his Soule Abused Martyr how hast thou beene torne By two wilde factions first the Papists burne Thy bones for hate the Puritanes in zeale Doe sell thy Marble and thy Brasse they steale A Parson met us there who had great store Of Livings some say but of Manners more In whose streight cheerefull age a man might see Well govern'd fortune bounty wise and free He was our guide to Lester save one mile There was his dwelling where wee stay'd a while And dranke stale Beere I thinke was never new Which the dunne wench that brought it us did brew And now wee are at Lester where wee shall Leapeo're sixe steeples and an Hospitall Twice told those Lande-markes I referre To Cambdens eye Englands Chronogropher Let me observe the Almes mens Herauldry Who being ask'd what Henry that should bee That was their founder Duke of Lancaster Answer'd 'T was John of Gaunt I assure you Sir And so consured all their walls that said Henry of Ricâ—…mond this foundation laid The next thing to be noted was our Cheere Enlarg'd with seaven and six pence bread and beere But O you wretched Tapsters as you are Who reckon by your number not your sare And set false figures for all Companies Abusing innocent Meales with oathes and lyes Forbeare your Cousnage to Divines that come Lest they bee thought to drinke all that you summe Spare not the laity in your reckoning thus But sure your thest to us is scandalous Away my Muse from this base Subject know Thy Pegasus nere strucke his soote so low Is not th' usurping Richard buryed here That King of hate and therefore slave of feare Drag'd from the satall lield Bosworth where hee Lost life and what he liv'd for Cruelty Search finde his name but there is none O Kings Remember whence your Powre and vastnesse springs If not as Richard now so may you bee Who hath no Tombe but Scorne and Memorie And though from his owne store Wolsey might have A Palace or a Colledge for his grave Yet here he lyes inâ—…rr'd as if that all Of him to be remembred were his fall Nothing but earth to earth nor pompous weight Upon him but a pebble or a quayte If thou art thus neglected what shall wee Hope after death that are but shreds of thee Hold William calls to horse William is he Who though he never saw threescore and three Ore-reckon'd us in age as he before In drink and will bate nothing of fourescore And he commands as if the warrant came From the great Earle himselfe to Notinghame There wee crosse Trent and on the other side Pray'd for Saint Andrew as up hill wee ride Where wee observ'd the cunning men like
houres at least As if 't were an arraignment not a feast And looke so like the hangings they stand neere None could discerne which the true pictures were These now shall be refresht whiles the bold â—…rum Strikes up his srolick through the Hall they come Here might I end my Lord and here subscribe Your honours to his power but O what bribe What feare or mulct can make my muse refraine When she is ing'd of nature or disdaine Not all the guard shall hold me I must write Though they both sweare and lie how they would fight If I proceed my though their Captaine say Hold him or else you shall not caâ—…e to day These goodly yeomen must not seape my pen 'T was dinner time and I must speake of men So to the Hall made I with little care To praise the dishes or to tast the fare Much lesse t' endanger the least Tart or Pye By any water there stolne and set by But to compute the value of the meare Which was for glory not for hunger eate Nor did I feare stand backe who passed before The presence or the privy Chamber doore But woe is me the Guard those men of warre But two weapons use Beese and the Barre Began to gripe me knowing not in truth That I had sung John Dory in my youth Or that I knew the day when I could chaunt Chivie and Arthur or the Siege of Gaunt And though these be the vertuâ—… which must try Who is most worthy of their courtesie They profited me nothing for no notes Will move them now they 're dense in their new coates Wherefore on run I afresh they sall and show Themselves more active then before as though They had some wager laid and did contend Who should abuse me furthest at armes end One I remember with a grizled beard And better growne then any of the heard One were he well examin'd and made looke His name in his owne parish and Church Booke Could hardly prove his Christendome and yet It seemes he had two names for there were set On a white Calves doublet which he wore Two Capitall Letters of a name before Letters belike which he had spu'd and spilt When the great Bumbard leakâ—… or was at tilt This Iron side takes hold and suddenly Hurles me by judgement of the standers by Some twelve foot by the square takes me againe Out throwes it halfe a barre and thus we twaine At this hot exercise an houre had spent He the fierce agent I the instrument My man began to rage but I ery'd peace When he is dry or hungry he will cease Peace for the Lords sake Nicholas lest they take us And use us worse then Hercules did Caâ—…s And now I breath my Lord now have I time To tell the cause and to consessâ—… the crime I was in blacke a Scholler straight they guess'd Indeed I colourd for it at the least I spake them faire desir'd to see the hall And gave them reasons for it this was all By which I learne it is a maine offence So neere the Cleark â—…oth Check to utter sense Talke of your emblems masters and relate How AEsop hath it and how Alâ—…iate The Cocke the pearle the dunghill and the gem This passeth all that talke of sense to them Much more good service was committed yet Which I in such a tumuâ—…t must forget But shall I smother that prodigious fit Which past in cleare invention and pure witâ—… As thus a nimble knave though somewhat far Strikes at my head and fairely steales my hat Another breakes a jest well Windsor well What will ensue there 's none can tell When they spend wit serve God yet 't was not much Although the Clamour and the applause were such As when Sir Archey or Garret doth provoke them And with wide laughter and a cheate loase choake them What was the jest d'ye aske I dare repeat it And put it home before you shall entreate it He call'd me Bloxsord man confesse I must 'T was bitter and it griev'd me in a thrust That most ingratefull word Bloxford to heare From him whose breath yet stunke of Oxford Beare But let it passe for I have now pass'd through Their halberds and worse weapons their teeth too And of a worthy officer was invited To dine who all their rudenesse hath required Where we had mirth and meate and a large boord Furnisht with all the kitchin could affoord But to conclude to wipe off from before ye All this which is no better then a story Had this affiont beene done me by command Of noble Fenton had their captives hand Directed them to this I should beleeve I had no cause to jest but much to grieve Or had discerning Pembrooke seene this done And thought it well bestowed I would have run Where no good man had dwelt no learnd should flie Where no disease would keepe me company Where it should be preserment to endure To teach a Schoole or else to serve a cure But as it stands the persons and the cause Considered well my manners and their Lawes 'T is no affliction to me for even thus Saint Paul hath sought with beasts at Ephâ—…sus And I at Windsor let this comfort then Rest with all able and deserving men He that will please the guard and not provoke Court wits must sell his learning buy a cloake For at all seasts and maskes the doome hath been A man thrust sorth and a gay cloake let in To the Duke of Buckingham I 'Ve read of Ilands floating and remov'd In Ovids time but never saw it prov'd Till now that fable by the Prince and you By your transporting England is made true We are not whore we were the dog-Star reignes No cooler in our climate then in Spaines The selfesame breath same age same heate same burning Is here and there 't will be till your returning Come ere the Cards be altred else perhaps Your stay may make an errour in our mappes Lest England will be sound when you shall passe A thousand times more Southward then it was O that you were my Lord O that you were Now in Black-Friers or had a disguis'd eare Or you were Smith againe two houres to be In Pauls next Sunday at sull Sea at three There you should heare the Legends of each day The perills of your Inne and of your way Your enterprizes accidents untill You should arrive at Court and reach Madrill There should you heare how the States grandees â—…out you With their twice diligence about you How one inviron'd Prince walkes with a guard Of Spanish spies and his owne servants barr'd How not a Chaplaine of his owne may stay When he would heare a Sermon preacht or pray You would be hungry having din'd to heare The price of victuall and the scarcity there As if the Prince had ventured there his life To make a samine not to setch a wise Your Egges which must be addle too are deare As English Capons Capons as sheepe here No