Poem by Thomas Urquhart

Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 32. Our inclination is so depraved, that it is apt enough of it selfe to runne to sin, with∣out any instigation, whereby to drive it forward

OUr mind's so prone to vice, it needs a bridle
To hold it rather, then a spurre, to prick it;
For left unto it selfe, it hardly stands:
But if perverse enticements find it idle,
And push it, then, it (runing on a wicked,
And headlong course) no reason understands,
While at the windows of the eares, and eyes
Temptations enter, which the soule surprise,

1. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 29. A truely liberall man never bestoweth his gifts, in hope of recompence
2. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 27. Of Lust, and Anger
3. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 24. No man should glory too much in the flourishing verdure of his Youth
4. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 13. What the subject of your conference ought to be with men of judgment, and account
5. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 33. The onely true progresse to a blessed life

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