Poem by Thomas Urquhart

Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 15. To one, who was excessively cheerefull, for being recovered of a Fever, wherewith he had beene for a time extreame sorely sha∣ken

THat to your health you are restored, you
May in some sort be joyfull: and yet pleased
To know your dying day is nearer now,
Then when you were most heavily diseased;
For to its Journeyes end your life still goes,
Which cannot stay, nor slow it's pace: nor hath
Page  46 Jt any Inne, to rest in; toyle, repose,
Sicknesse, and health being alike steps to death:
Let this thought then your gladnesse mortifie,
That once againe you must fall sicke, and dye.

1. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 32. That if we strove not more for superfluities, then for what is needfull, we would not be so much troubled, is wee are
2. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 27. Of Lust, and Anger
3. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 24. No man should glory too much in the flourishing verdure of his Youth
4. Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 19. The Parallel of Nature, and For∣tune
5. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 13. What the subject of your conference ought to be with men of judgment, and account

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