from Earth and Heaven

 Gaze but upon the house where man embow'rs;
With flow'rs and rushes pave'd is his way,
Where all the creatures are his servitors,
The winds do sweep his chambers every day,
And clouds do wash his rooms, the ceiling gay
     Starred aloft the gilded knobs embrave:
     If such a house God to another gave,
How shine those glittering courts He for Himself will have!

-- Giles Fletcher