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 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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