Francis Quarles (1592 – 1644) fathered 18 children before he began writing. Personally, I don't know how he did it. Though his major contributions were poetic summarizations of biblical passages, it is reported that most of his works were generally gloomy though threaded with moral lessons. Not much is known about this man except that whatever he did, he did it well and to completion. While this poem is a wonderful illustration of one living with an eternal perspective, one cannot but wonder if it is autobiographical: I heare the whistling Plough-man, all day long, Sweetning his labour with a chearefull song: His Bed ‘s a Pad of Straw; His dyet, course; In both, he fares not better then his Horse: He seldome slakes his thirst, but from the Pumpe, And yet his heart is blithe; his visage, plumpe; His thoughts are nere acquainted with such things, As Griefes or Feares; He onely sweats, and sings: Whenas the Landed Lord, that cannot dine Without a Qualme, if not refresht with Wine,’ T...