and this is the commonest use of the word in poetry, and probably in literature: Shelley has
Then the bright child the plumèd seraph came
And fixed its blue and beaming eyes on mine.
But in Tyndal's gospel we read
Why seest thou a mote in thy brother's eye and perceivest not
the beam that is in thine own eye?
The word beam is especially awkward here,[3] because the beam that is proper to the eye is not the kind of beam which is intended. The absurdity is not excused by our familiarity, which Shakespeare submitted to, though he omits the incriminating eye:
You found his mote; the king your mote did see,
But I a beam do find in each of three.