J. C.
UPON MY GOOD LORD
THE BISHOP OF NORWICHE,
RICHARD CORBET,
WHO DYED JULY 28, 1635,
AND LYES BURIED IN HIS CATHEDRAL CHURCHE.
[By Mr. JOHN TAYLOR of Norwich:
From the Cabinet, published there in 1795.]
Ye rural bardes who haunte the budding groves,
Tune your wilde reeds to sing the wood-larkes loves,
And let the softe harpe of the hawthorn vale
Melt in sweete euloge to the nightingale;
Yet haplie, Drummond, well thy muse might raise
Aires not earth-born to suit my raven’s praise.