Poems by Richard Corbet
To His Son, Vincent Corbet
... Nor too much wealth, nor wit, come to thee, ...
An Epitaph on Doctor Donne, Dean of St. Paul's
... He must have friends the highest, able to do, ...
The Fairies Farewell, or God a Mercy Will
... And though they sweep their hearths no less &emsp ...
The Distracted Puritan
... Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice, ...
