Poem by Thomas Urquhart

Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 34. It is the safest course to entertaine poverty in our greatest riches

YOur thoughts in greatest plentie moderate,
Lest with superfluous things you be insnared:
Let poverty be your familiar Mate,
That Fortune may not find you unprepared;
For so it will not lye into her pow'r,
T'inflict that crosse, which you cannot endure.

1. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 33. The onely true progresse to a blessed life
2. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 42. The deserved mutability in the condition of too ambitious men
3. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 20. Of Negative, and Positive good
4. Epigrams. The Second Booke. ¹ 30. That the setled quiet of our mind ought not to be moved at sinister accidents
5. Epigrams. The First Booke. ¹ 27. Of Lust, and Anger

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