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 24. No man should glory too much in the flourishing verdure of his Youth
2. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 24. That they may be alike rich, who are not alike abun∣dantly stored with worldly commodities
3. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 25. That vertue is of greater worth, then knowledge. to a speculative Philosopher
4. Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 17. VVhy we must all dye
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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