The world's an Inn; and I her guest. <br />I eat; I drink; I take my rest. <br />My hostess, nature, does deny me <br />Nothing, wherewith she can supply me; <br />Where, having stayed a while, I pay <br />Her lavish bills, and go my way.<br /><br />Francis Quarles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-world/
