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

A Good-night

CLOSE now thine eyes and rest secure;

Thy soul is safe enough, thy body sure;

He that loves thee, He that keeps

And guards thee, never slumbers, never sleeps.

The smiling conscience in a sleeping breast

Has only peace, has only rest;

The music and the mirth of kings

Are all but very discords, when she sings;

Then close thine eyes and rest secure;

No sleep so sweet as thine, no rest so sure.

Francis Quarles