This power is Sense, which from abroad doth bring
The colour, taste, and touch, and sent, and sound;
The quantitie, and shape of euery thing
Within th' Earth's center, or Heauen's circle found.
This power, in parts made fit, fit obiects takes,
Yet not the things, but forms of things receiues;
As when a seale in waxe impression makes,
The print therein, but not it selfe it leaues.
And though things sensible be numberlesse,
But onely fiue the Senses' organs be;
And in those fiue, all things their formes expresse,
Which we can touch, taste, feele, or heare, or see.
These are the windows throgh the which she views
The light of knowledge, which is life's loadstar:
"And yet while she these spectacles doth vse,
"Oft worldly things seeme greater then they are.