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Poem by Thomas Urquhart
Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 35. How deplorable the condition of most men is, who, though they attaine to the fruition of their praete∣rit projects, by covering neverthelesse the possession of future pleasures, honours, and commodities, never receive con∣tentment (is they ought) in the present time
IN things, to fortune Subject, when we get What we did long for, we anew desire To have wherewith t'uphold the former state: Which likewise, we obtaining, more require; For businesse engendreth businesse: And hope, being th'usher of another hope, Our enjoyd' wishes serve but to make place To after aimes, whose purchase to the top Of our ambition never reacheth; thus By still aspiring higher we can find No end in miseries, that trouble us: Turmoyle the body: and perplex our mind, Although we change with great varietie The matter, which procures our miserie.
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