Richard Corbet

Boldly I preach, hate a cross, hate a surplice, Mitres, copes, and rotchets: Come hear me pray nine times a day, And fill your heads with crotchets.

But, since of late, Elizabeth, And later James, came in, They never daunc’d on any heath As when the Time hath bin.By which wee note the Faries Were of the old Profession; Theyre Songs were Ave Maryes,

Farewell, Rewards and Faeries, Good Housewives now may say, For now foule Slutts in Dairies Doe fare as well as they; And though they sweepe theyr Hearths no less Than Maydes were wont to doe,

I wish thee, Vin, before all wealth, Both bodily and ghostly health: ... I wish thee all thy mothers graces, Thy father’s fortunes, and his places. I wish thee friends, and one at Court, Not to build on, but support;

Let others write for glory or reward, Truth is well paid when she is sung and heard.