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 Second Booke. ¹ 25. That vertue is of greater worth, then knowledge. to a speculative Philosopher
2. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 17. The expression of a contented mind in povertie
3. Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 1. How to behave ones selfe in all occasions
4. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 3. The couragious resolution of a valiant man
5. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 24. No man should glory too much in the flourishing verdure of his Youth

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