Poem by Thomas Urquhart

Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 7. To one, who seemed to be grievously discontented with his poverty

LEt never want of money vexe your braine;
Seeing all contentment is in th'only mind,
To the which mony doth no more pertaine,
Then to the Hierarchies of Angel-kind:
Thus Gold being Earthly, and the mind sublime:
T'abase your spirit, is a sort of crime.

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