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:
- Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 36. Of Death, and Sin
- Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 23. Of foure things, in an epalleled way vanquished each by other
- Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 19. The Parallel of Nature, and For∣tune
- Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 9. That a courtesie ought to be conferred soone, and with a good will
- Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 37. The advantages of Povertie
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