Poem by Thomas Urquhart

Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 27. Of Lust, and Anger

LUst taking pleasure in its owne delite,
Communicats it selfe to two togither:
But far more base is anger, whose despite
Rejoyceth at the sorrow of another;
For th'one is kindly, th'other sows debate;
Lust hath a smack of love: but wrath of hate.

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 Second Booke. ¹ 13. What the subject of your conference ought to be with men of judgment, and account
3. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 29. A truely liberall man never bestoweth his gifts, in hope of recompence
4. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 24. No man should glory too much in the flourishing verdure of his Youth
5. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 33. The onely true progresse to a blessed life

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