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Poem by Thomas Urquhart
Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 21. Death maketh us all alike in so farre, as her power can reach
'MOngst all the rites, that Nature can pretend
In Justice, this is chiefest, and a sequell,
Which doth on Mortall principles depend:
That drawing neare to death, we are all equall;
Therefore we otherwise, then by the sense
Should betwixt man, and man make difference.
Thomas Urquhart
Thomas Urquhart's other poems:- Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 29. A truely liberall man never bestoweth his gifts, in hope of recompence
- Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 24. No man should glory too much in the flourishing verdure of his Youth
- Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 13. What the subject of your conference ought to be with men of judgment, and account
- Epigrams. The First Booke. № 33. The onely true progresse to a blessed life
- Epigrams. The First Booke. № 27. Of Lust, and Anger
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