On The World Poem by Francis Quarles

On The World

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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.

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Francis Quarles

Francis Quarles

Romford, Essex, England
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