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Poem by Thomas Urquhart
Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 11. How to be alwayes in repose
So that desire, and feare may never jarre
Within your soule: no losse of meanes, nor ryot
Of cruell foes, no sicknesse, harme by Warre,
Nor chance whats’ever will disturbe your quiet;
For in a setled, and well temper’d mind,
None can the meanest perturbation find.
Thomas Urquhart
Thomas Urquhart's other poems:- Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 19. The Parallel of Nature, and For∣tune
- Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 28. That vertue is better, and more powerfull then Fortune
- Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 12. That the most solid gaine of any, is in the action of ver∣tue, all other emoluments, how lucrative they so ever appeare to the covetous mind, being the chiefest precipitating pushes of humane frailty to an inevitable losse
- 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
- Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 3. We ought always to thinke upon what we are to say, before we utter any thing; the speeches and talk of solid wits, being still pre∣meditated, and never using to forerunne the mind
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