The Word made flesh ceased not to be
What he was before, though joined to flesh.
Not made less by commerce with flesh
His majesty lifts up unhappy men.
What he always was he remains, and
What he was not he begins to be.
Now we are not what we were,
but born to better things.
He gives to me yet remains himself.
By becoming what is ours God is not less,
In giving us what is his he lifts us to heavenly gifts.
From Psychomachia. Prudentius is considered to be the first Christian poet.