Poem by Thomas Urquhart

Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 21. To one bewailing the death of another

You have no cause to thinke it strange, that he 
		Hath yeelded up his last, and fatall breath; 
For ’tis no wonder for a man to dye, 
	Whose life is but a journey into Death: 
Nor is there any man of life deprived 
For age, or sicknesse: but because he lived.

1. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 22. A very ready way to goodnesse, and true VVisedome
2. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 43. That inconveniences ought to be regarded to before hand
3. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 24. No man should glory too much in the flourishing verdure of his Youth
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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