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[[underlined]] Portrait [[/underlined]]

From "The Caribee" March 1936

His eyes are blue and bleary; 
His face a mottled pink;
He'd do without his dinner,
But not without his drink.

His ways are bluff & hearty,
Though sometimes he is curt;
He blusters when embarrassed,
And swears when he is hurt.

He tells a wicked story
With nods, and winks, and pokes,
In a voice designed for battle,
But not for giving jokes.

He's careful of his honour
And very promptly squares
His debts for bridge & poker,
But tradesmen wait for years.

He finds the good in nothing, 
Except some ancient rules;
He thinks all men are rascals,
And all but he are fools.

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And on though life he blunders
To his own errors blind,
Afraid of seeming simple
Ashamed of being kind
- Don Pablo - 

[[underlined]] R. Corbet [[/underlined]] - [[double underline]] To His Son [[/double underline]].

What I shall leave thee, none can tell,
But all shall say I wish thee well:
I wish thee Vim, before all wealth,
Both bodily & ghostly health;
Nor too much wealth nor wit come to thee,
So much of either may undo thee.
I wish thee learning not for show
Enough for to instruct and know;
Not such as gentlemen require
To prate at table or at fire.

I wish thee all thy mother's graces,
Thy father's fortunes and his places.
I wish thee friends, and one at court,
Not to build on, but support;
To keep thee not in doing many
Oppressions, but from suffering any.
I wish thee peace in all thy ways,
Nor lazy nor contentious days;
And, when thy soul & body part,
As innocent as how thou art.