The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations/The Quidditie
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¶ The Quidditie.
MY God, a verse is not a crown,No point of honour, or gay suit,No hawk, or banquet, or renown,Nor a good sword, nor yet a lute:
It cannot vault, or dance, or play;It never was in France or Spain;Nor can it entertain the dayWith a great stable or demain:
It is no office, art, or news,Nor the Exchange, or busie Hall:But it is that which while I useI am with thee, and Most take all.