George Herbert: My grief hath need of all the watery things
Joan Didion: Who will look out for me now?

Francis Quarles: Nature's bills


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 (1592-1644). One of his many descendants (he had 18 children) was the American poet, Langston Hughes.


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