Poem by Thomas Urquhart

Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 15. To a certain lady of a most exquisit feature, and comely presentation: but who gloried too much in the deceitfull excellencie of these fading, and perishable qualities

THough you be very handsome, doe but stay
A litle while, and you will see a change;
For beautie flieth with the tyme away,
Wherwith it comes: nor must you think it strange,
Page  26 That hardly being skin deepe in the most faire,
And but a separable accident
Of bodys, which, but living shadowes are;
(And therfore frayle) it is not permanent;
Be then not proud of that, which at the best,
Decrepit age will spoyle: or sicknesse wast.

1. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 23. A counsell not to vse severity, where gentle dealing may prevaile
2. Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 17. VVhy we must all dye
3. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 26. How to support the contumelie of defamatorie speeches
4. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 5. The wise, and noble resolution of a truly couragious, and devout spirit, towards the absolute danting of those irregular affections, and inward perturbations, which readily might happen to impede the current of his sanctified designes: and oppose his already ini∣tiated progresse, in the divinely proposed course of a vertuous, and holy life
5. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 18. Not time, but our actions, are the true measure of our life

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