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Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт) Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 15. To one, who was excessively cheerefull, for being recovered of a Fever, wherewith he had beene for a time extreame sorely sha∣ken THat to your health you are restored, you May in some sort be joyfull: and yet pleased To know your dying day is nearer now, Then when you were most heavily diseased; For to its Journeyes end your life still goes, Which cannot stay, nor slow it's pace: nor hath Page 46 Jt any Inne, to rest in; toyle, repose, Sicknesse, and health being alike steps to death: Let this thought then your gladnesse mortifie, That once againe you must fall sicke, and dye. Thomas Urquhart's other poems:
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