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LIFE OF THE AUTHOR.
The public interest has been of late years so strongly manifested in favour of the poets of the seventeenth century, that little apology appears necessary for the republication of the following Poems. It would, however, be equally vain and foolish in the editor to claim for the author a place among the higher class of poets, or to exalt bis due praise by depreciating the merits of his contemporaries.Claiming only for Cæsar what to Cæsar is due, it may without arrogance be presumed that these pages will not be found inferior to the poems of others which have been fortunately
republished, or familiarised to the generality of readers through the popular medium of selections.
The author of the following poems. (an
account of whose life may be considered as a necessary appendage to these pages) is said to have descended from the antient family of the Corbets in Shropshire. It were too laborious and pedantic in a work of this nature to trace his pedigree, but I should be pleased to find any proofs of their attacliment to him: yet as the bishop did not usually “conceal his love,” I suspect he received no mark of their regard, at least till his elevation conferred rather than received obligation by acknowledgment.
Richard Corbet, successively bishop of Oxford and Norwich, was born at the village of
Ewell in Surrey, in the year 1582: he was the only son of Bennet, or Benedicta, and Vincent Corbet, who, from causes which I have not discovered, assumed the name of Poynter. His father, a man of some eminence for his skill in gardening, and who is celebrated by Ben Jonson in an elegy alike
* An EPITAPH on Master VINCENT CORBET.
I have my piety too, which, could
still. His mind as pure, and neatly kept As were his nourseries, and swept
honourable to the subject, the poet, and the friend, for his many amiable virtues, resided:
So of uncleanness or offence,
I feel I'm rather dead than he.