Religion
Book II, 64: On FIDO
From Divine Fancies (1633), Book II
Religion
Findst thou no comfort on this fickle Earth?
No Joy at all? No Obiect for thy Mirth?
Nothing but Sorrow? Nothing else, but toyle?
What, doe thy dayes shew nothing, worth a smile?
Doe worldly pleasures no contentment give?
Content thee, Fido, Th'ast not long to live.
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Quarles, Francis. “Book II, 64: On FIDO.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/quarles/165/.
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