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Poem by Thomas Urquhart
Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 32. That all our life, is but a continuall course, and vicissitude of sinning, and being sorry for sinne
WE sinne with joy: and having fin'd, we mourn,
Then kindle, after teares, new sinfull fires;
There being a turne perpetuall, and returne
'Twixt our repentance, and profane desires;
For senses to delights are wedded wholly,
Which purchas'd, reason doth bewaile their folly.
Thomas Urquhart
Thomas Urquhart's other poems:- Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 29. A truely liberall man never bestoweth his gifts, in hope of recompence
- Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 24. No man should glory too much in the flourishing verdure of his Youth
- Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 13. What the subject of your conference ought to be with men of judgment, and account
- Epigrams. The First Booke. № 33. The onely true progresse to a blessed life
- Epigrams. The First Booke. № 27. Of Lust, and Anger
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