Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт)

Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 32. That all our life, is but a continuall course, and vicissitude of sinning, and being sorry for sinne

WE sinne with joy: and having fin'd, we mourn,
Then kindle, after teares, new sinfull fires;
There being a turne perpetuall, and returne
'Twixt our repentance, and profane desires;
For senses to delights are wedded wholly,
Which purchas'd, reason doth bewaile their folly.

Thomas Urquhart’s other poems:

  1. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 36. Of Death, and Sin
  2. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 37. The advantages of Povertie
  3. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 40. Of wisedome, in speech, in action in reality, and reputation
  4. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 23. Of foure things, in an epalleled way vanquished each by other
  5. Epigrams. The First Booke. № 36. How difficult a thing it is, to tread in the pathes of vertue

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