Of Heaven

When I admire some starres, whose magnitude
Doth the earths vastnesse many times include;
And those least Lights more radiant to behold
Than Diamonds, or Diadoms of gold:
Me thinkes I feele my lightned heart (inflame
Of rapture) mount to that illustrious frame,
Yet fall backe like a dying sparke, that must
Be turn'd to ashes, and confus'd with dust.
But (Othe wonder!) when the pavements are
So rich; how glorious, how transcending faire
Is the great Chamber! and how bright that face,
Where pretious beames of beauty, glory, grace,
Are sweetly all (as flowers for sacrifice)
Commixt, and offered to joy-ravisht eyes.