Book I, 24: On a Pilgrime

The weary Pilgrime, oft, doth aske, and know
How farre hee's come; how far he has to go
His way is tedious, and his hart's opprest,
And his desier is to be at Rest:
Our life's a Wayfare; yet fond Man delaies
T'enquier out the number of his Daies;
He cares not, He, how slow his howers spend;
His Iourney's better then his Iournies end.