Classic Poem

To spreade the azure canopie of heauen,
And make it twinckle all with spanges of gold,
To place this pondrous globe of earth so euen,
That it should all, and nought should it vphold;
To giue strange motions to the planets seuen,
And Ioue to make so meeke, and Mars so bold;
To temper what is moist, drie, hote, and cold,
Of all their iarres that sweet accords are giuen,
Lord, to thy wit is nought, nought to thy might:
But that thou shouldst, thy glorie laid aside,
Come basely in mortalitie to bide,
And die for them deseru'd eternall plight,
A wonder is so farre aboue our wit,
That angells stand amaz'd to thinke on it.