Poem by Thomas Urquhart

Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 14. The Generous speech of a Noble Cavallier, after he had disarmed his adversary at the single Combate

Though with my Ràper, for the guerdon, 
	Your fault deserveth, I may pierce ye: 
Your penitence, in craving pardon 
	Transpassions my revenge in mercy; 
And wils me both to end this present strife, 
And give you leave in peace t’enjoy your life.

1. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 24. No man should glory too much in the flourishing verdure of his Youth
2. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 24. That they may be alike rich, who are not alike abun∣dantly stored with worldly commodities
3. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 25. That vertue is of greater worth, then knowledge. to a speculative Philosopher
4. Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 17. VVhy we must all dye
5. Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 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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