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.

1. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 32. That if we strove not more for superfluities, then for what is needfull, we would not be so much troubled, is wee are
2. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 29. A truely liberall man never bestoweth his gifts, in hope of recompence
3. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 13. What the subject of your conference ought to be with men of judgment, and account
4. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 33. The onely true progresse to a blessed life
5. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 27. Of Lust, and Anger

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