The only son of the poet, was born (if the authority of a manuscript in the Harleian collection may be relied upon, in which this pathetic address appears,) on the 10th of November, 1627. From the following injunction in the bishop’s will[79], it seems he was educated at one of the universities: “I commit and commend the nurture and maintenance of my sonne and daughter unto the faythfull and loving care of my mother-in-law, declaring my intent, &c., that my sonne be placed at Oxford or Cambridge, where I require him, upon my blessing, to apply himself to his booke studiously and industriously.” In 1648 he administered to the will[80] of his grandmother Anne Hutton; and of the further circumstances of his life I am ignorant. 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]. AN EPITAPH ON DR. DONNE, DEAN OF PAULS. Born in 1573; died March 31, 1631. He that would write an epitaph for thee, And do it well, must first begin to be Such as thou wert; for none can truly know Thy worth, thy life, but he that hath liv’d so. He must have wit to spare, and to hurl down Enough to keep the gallants of the town; He must have learning plenty, both the laws Civil and common, to judge any cause; Divinity great store, above the rest, Not of the last edition, but the best. He must have language, travel, all the arts, Judgment to use, or else he wants thy parts: He must have friends the highest, able to do, Such as Mecænas and Augustus too. He must have such a sickness, such a death, Or else his vain descriptions come beneath. Who then shall write an epitaph for thee, He must be dead first; let ’t alone for me. CERTAIN FEW WOORDES SPOKEN CONCERNINGE ONE BENET CORBETT AFTER HER DECEASE. She died October the 2d, Anno 1634. (From MS. Harl. No. 464.)