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:
- Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 36. Of Death, and Sin
- Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 23. Of foure things, in an epalleled way vanquished each by other
- Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 19. The Parallel of Nature, and For∣tune
- 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
- Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 26. Consolation to a poore man
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