Poem by Thomas Urquhart

Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 34. It is the safest course to entertaine poverty in our greatest riches

YOur thoughts in greatest plentie moderate,
Lest with superfluous things you be insnared:
Let poverty be your familiar Mate,
That Fortune may not find you unprepared;
For so it will not lye into her pow'r,
T'inflict that crosse, which you cannot endure.

1. Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 23. Of foure things, in an epalleled way vanquished each by other
2. Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 7. To one, who seemed to be grievously discontented with his poverty
3. Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 10. The best wits, once depraved, become the most impious
4. Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 19. The Parallel of Nature, and For∣tune
5. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 7. That men are not destitute of remedies, within them∣selves against the shrewdest accidents, that can befall them

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