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. On Change of Weather
2. On the Life and Death of Man
3. Hos Ego Versiculos
4. The Loadstone
5. Delight In God Only

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

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