Cum severitate lenitas

OF orient hew, a Rainebow doth containe,
An hideous shower, within her Circlet round,
Resembling that great punishment of raine,
The Lord inflicted when the world was drown'd:
The Rainebow, of his Mercy, heere a signe,
Which with his Iustice, he doth ever ioine.

For though we howerly, doe the Lord provoke,
By crieng Sinnes, to bring his vengeance downe,
The salue he tempers, while he strikes the stroke,
And ioines his favor, with a bitter frowne:
To let vs know, that wrath he keepes in store,
And grace for such, as will offend no more.