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 22. A very ready way to goodnesse, and true VVisedome
2. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 24. No man should glory too much in the flourishing verdure of his Youth
3. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 43. That inconveniences ought to be regarded to before hand
4. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 22. Why covetous, and too ambitious men prove not so thankfull, as others for received favours
5. Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 1. How to behave ones selfe in all occasions

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