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Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт)


Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 33. Why our thoughts, all the while we are in this tran∣sitory world, from the houre of our nativity, to the laying downe of our bodies in the grave, should not at any time exspaciat themselves in the broad way of destruction


SEeing the strait lodging of your mothers wombe,
Brought you to life, from whence you must depart
To the darke entry of a little tombe:
Betwixt your birth, and Buriall let your heart
Tread vertues narrow path: till you contract
To so strict bounds the pleasures of this wide,
Page  54 And spacious world, as that you may draw backe
The reines of covetous desire, hate, lust, and pride;
For by so doing, you will make your death
A blessed passage to eternall breath.



Thomas Urquhart's other poems:
  1. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 17. The expression of a contented mind in povertie
  2. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 24. No man should glory too much in the flourishing verdure of his Youth
  3. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 24. That they may be alike rich, who are not alike abun∣dantly stored with worldly commodities
  4. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 23. We ought not to regard the contumelies, and calumnies of Lyars, and profane men
  5. 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


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