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To his sonne Vincent Corbet.
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 undoe 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.
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Thy fathers fortunes, and his places.
I wish thee friends, and one at Court
Not to build on, but support,
To keepe thee, not in doing many
Oppressions, but from suffering any.
I wish thee peace in all thy wayes,
Nor Lazy nor contentious dayes.
And when thy soule and body part,
As innocent as now thou art.
R. C.
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