Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт)
Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 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.
Thomas Urquhart's other poems:- Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 19. The Parallel of Nature, and For∣tune
- Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 28. That vertue is better, and more powerfull then Fortune
- Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 12. That the most solid gaine of any, is in the action of ver∣tue, all other emoluments, how lucrative they so ever appeare to the covetous mind, being the chiefest precipitating pushes of humane frailty to an inevitable losse
- Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 22. A Counsell to be provident, and circumspect in all our actions, without either cowardise, or temeritie
- Epigrams. The First Booke. № 32. That if we strove not more for superfluities, then for what is needfull, we would not be so much troubled, is wee are
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