Immortal Love, author of this great frame,
Sprung from that beautywhich can never fade;
How hath man parceled 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 heaart and brain,
(Thy workmanship!) and give thee share in neither.
Wit fancies beauty, eauty raiseth wit:
The world is their; they two play out the game,
Thou standing by: and though thy glorious name
Wrought our deliverance from th’ infernal pit,
Who signs thy praise? only a scarf or glove
Doth warm our hands, and make them write of love.