| Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of King James the First. 1847. | | | | On Ascension Day | | XXII. Sir John Beaumont |
| | | YE that to heau’n direct your curious eyes, | |
| And send your minds to walk the spacious skies, | |
| See how the Maker to yourselues he brings, | |
| Who sets his noble markes on meanest things; | |
| And hauing man aboue the angels plac’d, | 5 |
| The lowly earth more than the heau’n hath grac’d. | |
| Poore clay! each creature thy degrees admires. | |
| First God in thee a liuing soule inspires, | |
| Whose glorious beames hath made thee farre more bright | |
| Then is the sunne, the spring of corp’rall light: | 10 |
| He rests not here, but to himselfe thee takes, | |
| And thee diuine by wondrous vnion makes. | |
| What region can afford a worthy place | |
| For his exalted flesh? heau’n is too base: | |
| He scarce would touch it in his swift ascent; | 15 |
| The orbes fled backe, like Iordan, as he went: | |
| And yet he daign’d to dwell awhile on earth, | |
| As paying thankefull tribute for his birth. | |
| But now this body all God’s workes excels, | |
| And hath no place, but God, in whom it dwels. | 20 | | | |
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