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WRITTEN UPON THE DEATH OF DR. RAVIS,
BISHOP OF LONDON.
WHEN I past Paul's, and travell'd in that walke
Where all our Britaine-sinners sweare and talk';
Ould Harry-ruffians, bankerupts, southsayers, And youth whose cousenage is as ould as theirs; And then beheld the body of my lord Trodd under foote by vice that he abhorr'd; It wounded me the landlord of all times Should let long lives and leases to their crimes, And to his springing honour did afford Scarce soe much time as to the prophet's gourd. Yet since swift flights of vertue have apt ends, Like breath of angels, which a blessing sends, And vanisheth withall, whilst fouler deeds Expect a tedious harvest for bad seeds; I blame not fame and nature if they gave, Where they could give no more, their last, a grave. And wisely doe thy grieved friends forbeare Bubbles and alabaster boyes to reare On thy religious dust: for men did know Thy life, which such illusions cannot show : For thou hast trod among those happy ones Who trust not in their superscriptions, Their hired epitaphs, and perjured stone, Which oft belyes the soule when she is gon; And durst committ thy body, as it lyes, To tongues of living men, nay unborne eyes. What profits thee a sheet of lead? What good If on thy coarse a marble quarry stood? Let those that feare their rising purchase vaults, And reare them statues to excuse their faults; As if, like birds that peck at painted grapes, Their judge knew not their persons from their shapes. Whilst thou assured, through thy easy dust Shall rise at first; they would not though they must.
1 Saint Paul's cathedral was in Corbet's time the resort of the idle and profligate of all classes. VOL. V.
Nor needs the chancellor boast, whose pyramis Above the host and altar reared is2;
For though thy body fill a viler roome, [tombe Thou shalt not change deedes with him for his
SPECTATISSIMO, PUNCTISQUE OMNIBUS DIGNISSIMO, THOME CORIATO DE ODCOMBE,
PEDESTRIS ORDINIS, EQUESTRISQUE FAME.
THE following panegyric on the hero of Odcombe, Thomas Coryate, a pedantic coxcomb, with just brains enough to be ridiculous, to whom the world is much more indebted for becoming "the whetstone of the wits" than for any doings of his own, and the particulars of whose life and peregrinations may be found in every collection of biography, is printed in the Odcombian Banquet, 1611, 4to. sign. I. 3.
The Latin lines have been omitted in the former G. impressions of bishop Corbet's poems.
QUOD mare transieris, quod rura urbesque pedester,
2 This was not the first censure of sir Christopher Hatton's extravagant monument; as, according to Stow, some poet had before complained on the part of Sydney and Walsingham, that
Philip and Francis have no tombe,
IN LIBRUM SUUM.
De te pollicitus librum es, sed in te Est magnus tuus hic liber libellus.
I Do not wonder, Coryate, that thou hast
To trim the town, great care before
Their colledges were new be-painted,
But the pure house of Emanuel'
Upon the look'd-for seventh of March,
They gave the king a piece of plate,
Now, as the king came neer the town,
Next rode his lordship' on a nag,
"What cryes the town? What we?" (said he) "What cryes the University? What cry the boys? What ev'ry thing? Behold, behold, yon comes the king:" And ev'ry period he bedecks
With En et ecce venit rex.
"Oft have I warn’d” (quoth he) “our dirt
6 "A bushel of March dust is worth a king's ransom."
'Coll. Eman. abundat puritanis.
The king enterd Cambr. 7 Mar. 1614-5. Samuel Harsnett, then bp. of Chichester. 10 Vestis indicat virum.