Immortal 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 mortal 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’ infernal pit,
Who sings thy praise? onely a scarf or glove
Doth warm our hands, and make them write of love.
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Comments3Just read a piece by George Herbert, "wit fancies beauty, beauty raiseth wit" - isn't it a beautiful way to describe love? 😍 Puts things in perspective.
LOVE (I) IS KINDA DEEP, BUT I DIG IT!
Beautiful portrayal of love's depth and intricacy, really resonated with me.