Poem by Thomas Urquhart

Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 8. What man it is, that is truly wealthie

Who measures poverty by Natures rules, 
	And frames his mind to what he hath, is rich; 
For we can never doe, but vexe our soules, 
	So long’s we straine them to a higher pitch: 
And hee, whose heart is discontented, is 
But a poore wretch, though all the world were his.

1. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 19. Ingratitude is such a common vice, that even those who exclame most against it, are not freest of it
2. Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 21. To one, who did confide too much in the sound temperament, and goodly constitution of his bodily complexion
3. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 34. The misery of such, as are doubtfull, and suspi∣cious of their VVives chastitie
4. Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 29. How magnanimous a thing it is, in adversity, patiently to endure, what cannot bee evited
5. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 40. The duty of a husband to his wife

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