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 30. That the setled quiet of our mind ought not to be moved at sinister accidents
2. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 33. The onely true progresse to a blessed life
3. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 42. The deserved mutability in the condition of too ambitious men
4. Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 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
5. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 20. Of Negative, and Positive good

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