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Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт)


Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 7. To one, who seemed to be grievously discontented with his poverty


LEt never want of money vexe your braine;
Seeing all contentment is in th'only mind,
To the which mony doth no more pertaine,
Then to the Hierarchies of Angel-kind:
Thus Gold being Earthly, and the mind sublime:
T'abase your spirit, is a sort of crime.



Thomas Urquhart's other poems:
  1. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 3. We ought always to thinke upon what we are to say, before we utter any thing; the speeches and talk of solid wits, being still pre∣meditated, and never using to forerunne the mind
  2. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 5. A certaine ancient philosopher did hereby insi∣nuate, how necessary a thing the administrati∣on of iustice was: and to be alwaies vigilant in the judicious di∣stribution of punishment, and recompence
  3. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 43. That inconveniences ought to be regarded to before hand
  4. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 26. How to support the contumelie of defamatorie speeches
  5. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 7. That men are not destitute of remedies, within them∣selves against the shrewdest accidents, that can befall them


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