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Poem by Thomas Urquhart
Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 21. Death maketh us all alike in so farre, as her power can reach
'MOngst all the rites, that Nature can pretend
In Justice, this is chiefest, and a sequell,
Which doth on Mortall principles depend:
That drawing neare to death, we are all equall;
Therefore we otherwise, then by the sense
Should betwixt man, and man make difference.
Thomas Urquhart
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- Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 22. A very ready way to goodnesse, and true VVisedome
- Epigrams. The First Booke. № 28. An encouragement to an impatient man in an Ague
- Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 34. The misery of such, as are doubtfull, and suspi∣cious of their VVives chastitie
- Epigrams. The First Booke. № 19. Ingratitude is such a common vice, that even those who exclame most against it, are not freest of it
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