Faire is the heaven, where happy soules have place
In full enjoyment of felicitie
Whence they doe still behold the glorious face
Of the divine, eternall Majestie ...
Yet farre more faire be those bright Cherubins
Which all with golden wings are overdight
And those eternall burning Seraphins
Which from their faces dart out fiery light
Yer fairer than they both, and much more bright
Be th’ Angels and Archangels which attend
On God’s owne person, without rest or end
These then in faire each other farre excelling
As to the Highest they approach more neare
Yet is that Highest farre beyond all telling
Fairer than all the rest which there appeare
Though all their beauties joynd together were
How then can mortall tongue hope to expresse
The image of such endlesse perfectnesse?