Poem by Thomas Urquhart

Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 33. Why our thoughts, all the while we are in this tran∣sitory world, from the houre of our nativity, to the laying downe of our bodies in the grave, should not at any time exspaciat themselves in the broad way of destruction

SEeing the strait lodging of your mothers wombe,
Brought you to life, from whence you must depart
To the darke entry of a little tombe:
Betwixt your birth, and Buriall let your heart
Tread vertues narrow path: till you contract
To so strict bounds the pleasures of this wide,
Page  54 And spacious world, as that you may draw backe
The reines of covetous desire, hate, lust, and pride;
For by so doing, you will make your death
A blessed passage to eternall breath.

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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