Poem by Francis Quarles

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. 

1. Hos Ego Versiculos
2. On the Infancy of Our Savior
3. Delight In God Only
4. On Change of Weather
5. The Loadstone

Jonathan Swift On the World ("WITH a whirl of thoughts oppress’d")

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