Poem by Thomas Urquhart

Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 11. That those employ not their occasions well, who spend the most part of their life in providing for the Instruments of living

SOme wasting all their life with paine, and sorrow,
To seeke the meanes of life no leasure give
Their thoughts, from ayming alwaies at to morrow;
Whereby they live not, but are still to live;
In their whole age the fruits, that issue from
Their labours, being but hopes of times to come.

1. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 23. A counsell not to vse severity, where gentle dealing may prevaile
2. Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 17. VVhy we must all dye
3. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 26. How to support the contumelie of defamatorie speeches
4. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 5. The wise, and noble resolution of a truly couragious, and devout spirit, towards the absolute danting of those irregular affections, and inward perturbations, which readily might happen to impede the current of his sanctified designes: and oppose his already ini∣tiated progresse, in the divinely proposed course of a vertuous, and holy life
5. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 18. Not time, but our actions, are the true measure of our life

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