Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт)

Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 44. Age meerly depending on the continuall Flux of time, we have very small reason to boast of a long life, already obtained: or be proud of the hope, hereafter to attaine un∣to it

THe present time doth fly away so fast,
That one can hardly follow't with his mind:
The Praeterit's a time already past:
And seeing the futur's still to come, we find,
Both those being absent, that they are not ours:
Although they breed to us no meane vexation,
Th'one with the slip'ry thought of ill-spent houres:
And th'other, with a carefull expectation.

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 First Booke. № 36. How difficult a thing it is, to tread in the pathes of vertue
  4. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 19. The Parallel of Nature, and For∣tune
  5. Epigrams. The Second Booke. № 13. What the subject of your conference ought to be with men of judgment, and account

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