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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.
Thomas Urquhart
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- Epigrams. The First Booke. № 24. That they may be alike rich, who are not alike abun∣dantly stored with worldly commodities
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