Poem by Thomas Urquhart

Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 1. To the King

Great Monarch, since the worlds nativity, 
	No mind, nor body had so divine parts 
To grace the State of Sov’rain Majesty, 
	As hath your Royall person, whose deserts 
Soare higher ’bove the reach of other Kings, 
Then the bright Sun transcends terrestriall things.

1. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 13. What the subject of your conference ought to be with men of judgment, and account
2. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 32. That if we strove not more for superfluities, then for what is needfull, we would not be so much troubled, is wee are
3. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 29. A truely liberall man never bestoweth his gifts, in hope of recompence
4. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 24. No man should glory too much in the flourishing verdure of his Youth
5. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 23. A counsell not to vse severity, where gentle dealing may prevaile

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