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 First Booke. ¹ 41. Concerning those, who marry for beauty, and wealth without regard of vertue
2. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 20. Riches affoord to vertue more matter to worke upon, then povertie can doe
3. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 43. That inconveniences ought to be regarded to before hand
4. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 6. To one, whom poverty was to be wished for, in so farre, as he could hardly otherwise be restrained from excessive ryot, and feasting
5. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 1. No crosse adventure should hinder vs from being good; though we be frustrate of the reward thereof

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