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.
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