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Poem by Thomas Urquhart
Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 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.
Thomas Urquhart
Thomas Urquhart's other poems:- Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 19. The Parallel of Nature, and For∣tune
- Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 28. That vertue is better, and more powerfull then Fortune
- Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 12. That the most solid gaine of any, is in the action of ver∣tue, all other emoluments, how lucrative they so ever appeare to the covetous mind, being the chiefest precipitating pushes of humane frailty to an inevitable losse
- Epigrams. The First Booke. № 32. That if we strove not more for superfluities, then for what is needfull, we would not be so much troubled, is wee are
- Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 3. We ought always to thinke upon what we are to say, before we utter any thing; the speeches and talk of solid wits, being still pre∣meditated, and never using to forerunne the mind
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