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 32. That if we strove not more for superfluities, then for what is needfull, we would not be so much troubled, is wee are
2. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 33. The onely true progresse to a blessed life
3. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 29. A truely liberall man never bestoweth his gifts, in hope of recompence
4. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 27. Of Lust, and Anger
5. Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 19. The Parallel of Nature, and For∣tune

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