- Love (I)
- by George Herbert
- Exported from Wikisource on 02/07/20
- Immortall love, authour of this great frame,
- Sprung from that beautie which can never fade ;
- How hath man parcel’d out thy glorious name,
- And thrown it on that dust which thou hast made,
- While mortall love doth all the title gain !
- Which siding with invention, they together
- Bear all the sway, possessing heart and brain,
- (Thy workmanship) and give thee share in neither.
- Wit fancies beautie, beautie raiseth wit :
- The world is theirs ; they two play out the game,
- Thou standing by : and though thy glorious name
- Wrought our deliverance from th’ infernall pit,
- Who sings thy praise ? onely a skarf or glove
- Doth warm our hands, and make them write of love.
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