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 17. The expression of a contented mind in povertie
2. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 24. No man should glory too much in the flourishing verdure of his Youth
3. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 24. That they may be alike rich, who are not alike abun∣dantly stored with worldly commodities
4. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 23. We ought not to regard the contumelies, and calumnies of Lyars, and profane men
5. Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 5. A certaine ancient philosopher did hereby insi∣nuate, how necessary a thing the administrati∣on of iustice was: and to be alwaies vigilant in the judicious di∣stribution of punishment, and recompence

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