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MMORTALL 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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Source:
Herbert, George. The Poetical Works of George Herbert.
New York: D. Appleton and Co., 1857. 65.
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