¶ 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 my 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. |
Quiddity: The real nature of the thing; what makes a thing what it is. (Oxford English Dictionary) |
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