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.

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 13. What the subject of your conference ought to be with men of judgment, and account
3. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 35. Wherein true Wealth consists
4. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 42. The speech of a noble spirit to his adversary, whom af∣ter he had defeated, he acknowledgeth to be nothing in∣feriour to himselfe in worth, wit, or valour, thereby insinuating that a wise man cannot properly bee subdued: though he be orthrown in body, and worldly commodities
5. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 29. A truely liberall man never bestoweth his gifts, in hope of recompence

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