Richard Corbet

(1582 - 1635 / England)

To His Son, Vincent Corbet - Poem by Richard Corbet

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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 mother's graces,
Thy father's 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.


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  • Rookie - 32 Points Erhard Hans Josef Lang (4/25/2008 12:37:00 AM)

    The most sound advices from a father to his son! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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