Poem by Thomas Urquhart

Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 32. That all our life, is but a continuall course, and vicissitude of sinning, and being sorry for sinne

WE sinne with joy: and having fin'd, we mourn,
Then kindle, after teares, new sinfull fires;
There being a turne perpetuall, and returne
'Twixt our repentance, and profane desires;
For senses to delights are wedded wholly,
Which purchas'd, reason doth bewaile their folly.

1. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 41. Concerning those, who marry for beauty, and wealth without regard of vertue
2. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 20. Riches affoord to vertue more matter to worke upon, then povertie can doe
3. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 43. That inconveniences ought to be regarded to before hand
4. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 6. To one, whom poverty was to be wished for, in so farre, as he could hardly otherwise be restrained from excessive ryot, and feasting
5. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 22. Why covetous, and too ambitious men prove not so thankfull, as others for received favours

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