English Poetry. Thomas Urquhart. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 33. Why our thoughts, all the while we are in this tran∣sitory world, from the houre of our nativity, to the laying downe of our bodies in the grave, should not at any time exspaciat themselves in the broad way of destruction. Томас Эркарт.

Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт)

Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 33. Why our thoughts, all the while we are in this tran∣sitory world, from the houre of our nativity, to the laying downe of our bodies in the grave, should not at any time exspaciat themselves in the broad way of destruction

SEeing the strait lodging of your mothers wombe,
Brought you to life, from whence you must depart
To the darke entry of a little tombe:
Betwixt your birth, and Buriall let your heart
Tread vertues narrow path: till you contract
To so strict bounds the pleasures of this wide,
Page  54 And spacious world, as that you may draw backe
The reines of covetous desire, hate, lust, and pride;
For by so doing, you will make your death
A blessed passage to eternall breath.

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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