Poem by Thomas Urquhart

Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 14. A certaine old mans expression before his death, to his Son

That I am at the period of my age 
	Nor you, nor J, have any cause to mourne; 
For life is nothing, but a Pilgrimage; 
	When we have travel’d long, we must returne: 
Let us be glad then, that my spirit goes, 
After so many toiles, to his repose.

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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