Poem by Thomas Urquhart

Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 8. The resolution of a proficient in vertue

I Hope so little to transgresse the Law,
My conscience will endite me, or be proud
Of wealth, and pomp: as not to care a straw
For Fortunes frownes: so that my deeds be good,
Which eternize my blisse, while she makes Kings.
T'enjoy at best, but transitory things.

1. Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 22. A Counsell to be provident, and circumspect in all our actions, without either cowardise, or temeritie
2. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 33. The onely true progresse to a blessed life
3. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 25. Vertue, and goodnesse are very much opposed by the selfe-conceit, that many men have of their owne sufficiencie
4. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 18. Not time, but our actions, are the true measure of our life
5. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 39. When a true friend may be best knowne

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