Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт)
Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 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.
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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