John Dryden: Like pilgrims to th' appointed place we tend; The World's an Inn, and Death the journey's end.

Like pilgrims to th' appointed place we tend; The World's an Inn, and Death the — John Dryden

Like pilgrims to th' appointed place we tend; The World's an Inn, and Death the journey's end.

John Dryden

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