Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт)

Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 15. To a certain lady of a most exquisit feature, and comely presentation: but who gloried too much in the deceitfull excellencie of these fading, and perishable qualities

THough you be very handsome, doe but stay
A litle while, and you will see a change;
For beautie flieth with the tyme away,
Wherwith it comes: nor must you think it strange,
Page  26 That hardly being skin deepe in the most faire,
And but a separable accident
Of bodys, which, but living shadowes are;
(And therfore frayle) it is not permanent;
Be then not proud of that, which at the best,
Decrepit age will spoyle: or sicknesse wast.

Thomas Urquhart’s other poems:

  1. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 36. Of Death, and Sin
  2. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 23. Of foure things, in an epalleled way vanquished each by other
  3. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 19. The Parallel of Nature, and For∣tune
  4. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 3. We ought always to thinke upon what we are to say, before we utter any thing; the speeches and talk of solid wits, being still pre∣meditated, and never using to forerunne the mind
  5. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 26. Consolation to a poore man

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