Saturday, June 3, 2023

Poem: On the World

The world’s an inn; and I her guest.
I eat; I drink; I take my rest.
My hostess, nature, does deny me
Nothing, wherewith she can supply me;
Where, having stayed a while, I pay
Her lavish bills, and go my way.

                    Francis Quarles 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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