Chapter 7 of 19

The Quidditie

The Quidditie

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 day

With 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 use

I am with Thee: and Most take all.

George Herbert

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