Immortall 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.