“The Raynbowe bending in the skye,
Bedeckte with sundrye hewes,
Is lyke the seate of God on hye,
And seemes to tell these newes:
That as thereby he promised,
To drowne the worlde no more,
So by the bloud whiche Christe hath shead,
He will oure health restore.”

—  George Gascoigne

"Gascoignes Good Morrow", line 41; p. 287.
A Hundreth Sundrie Flowres (1573)

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