Thomas Urquhart (Томас Эркарт)

Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 7. To one, who seemed to be grievously discontented with his poverty

LEt never want of money vexe your braine;
Seeing all contentment is in th'only mind,
To the which mony doth no more pertaine,
Then to the Hierarchies of Angel-kind:
Thus Gold being Earthly, and the mind sublime:
T'abase your spirit, is a sort of crime.

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 Third Booke. № 9. That a courtesie ought to be conferred soone, and with a good will
  5. Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 37. The advantages of Povertie

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