Английская поэзия


ГлавнаяБиографииСтихи по темамСлучайное стихотворениеПереводчикиСсылкиАнтологии
Рейтинг поэтовРейтинг стихотворений

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт)


Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 9. To one, who did glory too much in the faire, and durable fabrick of a gorgious Palace, which he had caused lately to be built


BOast never of the permanence of that,
Which neither can prolong your dayes, nor houres;
For that your house is stately, strong, and great:
The praise is the artificers, not yours:
Death cares not for your Palace, who can climb,
Without a ladder to the tops of Towers:
And shortly with a visage pale, and grim
Will come, and turne you naked out of doores:
But make your body (like a Church of Marbre)
A Castle fit, a vertuous mind to harbour.



Thomas Urquhart's other poems:
  1. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 36. Of Death, and Sin
  2. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 33. That there is no true riches, but of necessary things
  3. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 43. That inconveniences ought to be regarded to before hand
  4. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 41. Concerning those, who marry for beauty, and wealth without regard of vertue
  5. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 26. How to support the contumelie of defamatorie speeches


Распечатать стихотворение. Poem to print Распечатать стихотворение (Poem to print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 867


Последние стихотворения


To English version


Рейтинг@Mail.ru

Английская поэзия. Адрес для связи eng-poetry.ru@yandex.ru