Poem by Thomas Urquhart

Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 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 First Booke. № 30. That wise men, to speak properly, are the most powerfull men in the world
2. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 27. We should not be sorry, to be destitute of any thing: so long as we have judgments to perswade vs, that we may minister to our selves, what we have not, by not longing for it
3. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 25. That vertue is of greater worth, then knowledge. to a speculative Philosopher
4. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 17. The expression of a contented mind in povertie
5. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 43. That inconveniences ought to be regarded to before hand

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