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Raven he was, yet was no gloomie fowle,
Somewhile the thicke embranching trees amongo,
Sometimes with scholiasts deep in anciente lore,
Oxforde, thou couldst not binde his outspred wing, My raven flew where bade his princelye king ; Norwiche must honours give he did not crave, Norwiche must lend his palace and his grave;
And that kinde hearte which gave such vertne
Must here be shrouded in the greedie earth.
Ofte hath thy humble lay-clerke led along,
DR. THOMAS RAVIS.
In the following tribute to the memory of a fellow-collegian, and predecessor in the deanery of Christ Church, it will not be too much to conjec. ture that Corbet was urged by gratitude for kind. ness experienced while the latter was young. The
Elegie” was evidently written immediately upon the interment of its subject, as towards its con. clusion he complains that no tomb was raised
over his remains; a complaint which was soon
after obviated, when a fair monument was erect. ed, bearing the following inscription, which con. tains all that is necessary to be told here of the
circumstances of his life and character: