The Quidditie

My God, a verse is not a crown;
No point of honor, 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.