Poem by Thomas Urquhart

Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 9. To one, who did glory too much in the faire, and durable fabrick of a gorgious Palace, which he had caused lately to be built

BOast never of the permanence of that,
Which neither can prolong your dayes, nor houres;
For that your house is stately, strong, and great:
The praise is the artificers, not yours:
Death cares not for your Palace, who can climb,
Without a ladder to the tops of Towers:
And shortly with a visage pale, and grim
Will come, and turne you naked out of doores:
But make your body (like a Church of Marbre)
A Castle fit, a vertuous mind to harbour.

1. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 1. No crosse adventure should hinder vs from being good; though we be frustrate of the reward thereof
2. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 22. A very ready way to goodnesse, and true VVisedome
3. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 40. The duty of a husband to his wife
4. Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 7. To one, who seemed to be grievously discontented with his poverty
5. Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 21. To one, who did confide too much in the sound temperament, and goodly constitution of his bodily complexion

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