Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт)
Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 32. Our inclination is so depraved, that it is apt enough of it selfe to runne to sin, with∣out any instigation, whereby to drive it forward
OUr mind's so prone to vice, it needs a bridle To hold it rather, then a spurre, to prick it; For left unto it selfe, it hardly stands: But if perverse enticements find it idle, And push it, then, it (runing on a wicked, And headlong course) no reason understands, While at the windows of the eares, and eyes Temptations enter, which the soule surprise,
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 Third Booke. № 9. That a courtesie ought to be conferred soone, and with a good will
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