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Poem by Thomas Urquhart
Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 7. To one, who seemed to be grievously discontented with his poverty
LEt never want of money vexe your braine;
Seeing all contentment is in th'only mind,
To the which mony doth no more pertaine,
Then to the Hierarchies of Angel-kind:
Thus Gold being Earthly, and the mind sublime:
T'abase your spirit, is a sort of crime.
Thomas Urquhart
Thomas Urquhart's other poems:- Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 24. No man should glory too much in the flourishing verdure of his Youth
- Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 8. The resolution of a proficient in vertue
- Epigrams. The First Booke. № 26. How to support the contumelie of defamatorie speeches
- Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 12. An vprightly zealous, and truly devout man is strong enough against all temptations
- Epigrams. The First Booke. № 30. That wise men, to speak properly, are the most powerfull men in the world
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