See how the Rainbow in the skie <br />Seems gaudy through the Suns bright eye; <br />Harke how an Eccho answere makes, <br />Feele how a board is smooth'd with waxe, <br />Smell how a glove putts on perfume, <br />Tast how theyr sweetnesse pills assume: <br />So by imputed Justice, Clay <br />Seemes faire, well spoke, smooth, sweet, each way. <br /> The eye doth gaze on robes appearing, <br /> The prompted Eccho takes our hearing, <br /> The board our touch, the sent our smell, <br /> The pill our tast: Man, God as well.<br /><br />William Strode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/justification/
