English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 9. To one, who did glory too much in the faire, and durable fabrick of a gorgious Palace, which he had caused lately to be built. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт)

Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 9. To one, who did glory too much in the faire, and durable fabrick of a gorgious Palace, which he had caused lately to be built

BOast never of the permanence of that,
Which neither can prolong your dayes, nor houres;
For that your house is stately, strong, and great:
The praise is the artificers, not yours:
Death cares not for your Palace, who can climb,
Without a ladder to the tops of Towers:
And shortly with a visage pale, and grim
Will come, and turne you naked out of doores:
But make your body (like a Church of Marbre)
A Castle fit, a vertuous mind to harbour.

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 Second Booke. № 13. What the subject of your conference ought to be with men of judgment, and account
5. 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

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