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 Third Booke. ¹ 1. How to behave ones selfe in all occasions
2. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 31. As it was a precept of antiquity, to leane more to vertue, then parentage: so is it a tenet of christianity, to repose more trust on the blood of christ, then our owne merits
3. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 18. That we ought not to be sorie at the losse of worldly goods
4. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 25. Vertue, and goodnesse are very much opposed by the selfe-conceit, that many men have of their owne sufficiencie
5. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 38. How Fortune oftentimes most praeposterously pond'ring the aections of men, with a great deale of injustice bestoweth her favours

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