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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A65256	Flamma sine fumo, or, Poems without fictions hereunto are annexed the causes, symptoms, or signes of several diseases with their cures, and also the diversity of urines, with their causes in poeticl measures / by R.W.	R. W. (Rowland Watkins)	1662 (1662)	Wing W1076; ESTC R9085	61,985	160

die to morrow Life is to him no joy nor yet a sorrow Hell Qui per malam vitam negligit ●oel●m per justi●●am Dei cadit in Infernum GOOD Lord deliver me from hell where grief Is without end and pain without relief In this dark dungeon damned spirits l●e Where the foul wo●m of conscience doth not die Nor fire go out where the most wretched soul Doth but in vain for pardon cry and houl Here they do gnash their teeth they spend sad tea●s Full of distractions horrid thoughts and fears From Gods sweet presence from eternal light From holy Angels and from Saints delight F●om heavens glory now they banisht are What torment is this no man can d clare If after twenty thousand years of pain And thousands more the damn'd were sure to ga●n A pardon and come out this grant would be Some comfort to them in their misery But there is no such hope the Judgement 's past And cannot be revok'd the gate is fast And never can be opened who can tell What dreadful lamentations are in hell I know that heaven is above but how Or where hell stands Lord let me never know The prosperity of the wicked Vt paupert as bonorum est beata sic prosperit as impi●rum est maledicta SOmetimes the wicked flourish like the bay Which still keeps green when better trees decay Have you observ'd how little streams do swell And rise above their banks and then have fell And sunk into their Channels so we know Base men have risen high then fallen low That Kingdom is in an unhappy case Where Cedars fall and shrubs possess their place With joy and pleasure Upstarts climb the hill Again they tumble down against their will Those men do much mistake who only measure A Christians welfare by his worldly treasure An Angel hath no gold no beasts nor land And yet he is not poor his wealth doth stand In better things although the just mans store Is small he hath enough and needs no more God doth his grace instead of wealth impart And with contentment doth enrich his heart The bad m●ns wealth with discontent doth dwell His heaven is but interm'xt with hell Be not in love with gold a golden purse Is without grace no blessing but a curse The Martyr Martyrium est baptismus sanguinis SOme in gay feathers do the Peacocks play While 't is fair weather and a sunny day But when 't is clouded and the storms begin Like fearful snails they keep their horns within Pure Fountain-water doth most heat contain The winter time Good men in greatest pain And hardest times or dangers valiant prove And do express the greatest heat of love A Christian from his faith will never start If thousands should present and fire his heart He loves not life life is to him a pain He fears not death death is to him a gain He dies a Saint for truth who spends his breath The cause proclaims a Martyr not the death The blood of Martyrs is the fru●tful seed Which being sown doth still more Christians breed The DEVIL Monstrum horr●ndum informe ingens cui lumen ademptu● GOD bless me from the Devil ●oe to man If God rules not that great Leviathan D●●k soggy mists he c●sts before our eyes To make us credit his phantastick lyes His greatest proffers are but painted toyes 〈◊〉 th●ough with grief and onely fac'd with joyes With pleasant potions and with sugred pil●● The Devil tempts his patient when he kills He tempted David with Bathsheba fair J●das with silver-pieces whom despair Brought to perdition with a beauteous face He brought two wanton Elders to disgrace With Naboths vineyard Achab he beguil'd So he with blood his guilty hands defil'd He cozen'd Achan with a wedge of gold Eve with an apple No man can unfold His various tricks he knoweth when to fish What bait you love what things you chiefly wish Three ways he useth most Wine women wealth By which he creeps into the heart by stealth Resist him at the first he 'll flie away Get but the morning and you have the day The Sinners Petition Non opus est misericordia ubi non est peccatum AFter some sick and tedious hours of night The Patient longs for the approaching light The thirsty Deer doth panting run and look Desiring to find out the water-b●ook So pants my soul and sighs and longs to see Thy saving health to make thy servant free How am I circled with thick clouds of sin And still a thred of vain delights I spin The Sun of glory these da●k clouds can chase And cleer me with the beauty of his face Wash Lord my sca●let sins that knowest how To make me w●●te● than the ●l●e●e of snow Remember not my rash and ill spent youth When I could fancy lyes and hate the truth Those sins are wormwood now and bitter gall My pleasures then I now my sorrows call I creep unto thy gate and do implore Thy gracious love to cure my cankred sore Receive me in although I come so late Thou hast the keyes to open heavens gate A Hymn HEar me thou God of my delight Me inspire with thy fire Pure and bright Cleer my face with thy grace Turn I pray night to day With the beams of thy glorious light My waters calm and cure me with thy balm Have in store for my sore Some redress Rid my fears wipe the tears Which mine eyes do surprise And me with thy pleasures bless Great King break not a bruised reed Give me bread to be sed At my need Call to mind Lo●d how kind Christ thy Son me hath won When his ●recious side must bleed Keep me f●om thrall and let me never fall Into woe l●st my soe May be glad Let thy wing comfort b●ing To my ●●nd when I find My soul in her ●●●rning 〈◊〉 All laud unto the glorious King Whose great love we may prove By each thing Heart and voice shall rejoyce And my breath unto death Shall harmonious Anthems sing Lord when I die let my spirit flie To thy throne where alone Thou dost raign Perfect health and true wealth Quiet peace never cease In thy Kingdom there 's no pain Glory unto the Father be To the Son it be done Equally Praise and boast th' Holy Ghost With thy power every hour One true God in Persons three Now 't is even as heretofore it was And shall be certainly Evermore His great light hath no night Nor can he changed be But remains as he was before Drunkenness Elrietas brevis est insania USE golden Temperance that anchor may In greatest floods thy boat that wanders stay Who drinks too much and doth in t●verns dwell May want a drop to cool his tongue in hell Po●ts write of Men transform'd to b●asts if true I do believe they were some Drunken ●●ue No Wolf no Ass more fierce more shameless can Or careless be than is a drunken man Lust murder folly falshood anger pride Possess foul

FLAMMA SINE Fumo OR POEMS WITHOUT FICTIONS Hereunto are annexed the Causes Symptoms or Signes of several Diseases with their Cures and also the diversity of Vrines with their Causes in Poeticl measure Est Deus in nobis agitante calescimus illo 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 By R. W. LONDON Printed for William Leak● at the Crown in F●er●●l e●t between the two Temple-gates 1662 To the Honorable Colonel Sr. HERBERT PRISE Knight The staffe of his Family and the honor of his Countrey the Author wisheth augmentation of happinesse in this life and perfection of glory in the life to come SIR IN presenting this slender Work to your excellent judgment I do but 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 lend light unto the Sun or adde a dish of water to the Sea You are your self a walking Library and I believe in these dayes you study men more than Books Neverthelesse presuming upon your Noble mind and disposition I have adventured to shelter these few lines under your name as being my Guardian or tutelary Angel You must not expect so much profit from barren as from fertile grounds neither do common fields produce such pleasant flowers as curious Gardens I am one of the meanest of your servants and you must consider rather the affection of the workman than the perfection of the work Although rich men brought their gold purple and silk to the building of the Temple yet the poorer sort brought but Goats hair the abundance of the heart excused the poverty of the hand And I am glad to produce something which may testifie my zeal to piety and my affection to loyalty All candles are not of the same proportion neither do they give an equal light yet it is no wisdom to hide the least candle under a bushel for the least candle may be commodious for little roomes though not so convenient for spacious Hals I have no delicacies for a dainty or wanton stomack but a brown loaf may be as wholsome though not so delicate as white bread and water for some bodies is more convenient than wine This work is plain and short like a little cup it will hardly give you your mornings draught I desire you to accept of it as it is and me as I am Your Honors most devoted Servant ROWLAND WATKYNS TO THE Reader I Am not Eagle ey'd to face the Sun My mind is low and so my Verse doth run I do not write of Stars to make men wonder Or Planets how remote they move asunder My shallow River thou may'st foord with 〈◊〉 Ways which are fair and plain can nere disp●●a● R. W. Concerning God and Christ Veriùs cogitatur quàm dicitur veriùs est quàm cogitatur PResumptuous man Gods Essence would define Were he to reason subject or to time Angels in part may apprehend his nature To comprehend him lies not in any creature It is an easier labour to impa●t What thou art not O Lord than what thou art No matter form or composition can Be found in God as in a mortal man He cannot be deceiv'd he cannot lye He cannot sin commit he cannot dye God may be angry with mans sinful way And yet no passion doth his nature sway His Center 's every where no humane sense Or place can limit his circumference Who can find out one God in persons three Or how three persons can one Godhead be Or how the holy Father and the Sonne Coequal are before all world 's begun As Christ is God a mother he had not As he is man man never him begot His Mother was a Virgin chast unstain'd After Christs birth a Virgin she remain'd She had a Son nor did the Son unty The sacred bands of her Virginity A Virgin and a Mother God and man Who these mysterious secrets riddle can Approach not O my soul too near that light Which will obscure and dull the curious sight My speech and reason sails I le case my Lute Wonder I may but not of God dispute FAITH Fides famem non formidat Bern. ALthough I am not pure or white But blacker than the shades of night Although my sins in heaps do lye ●●ke Crimson red or scarlet dye Yet through the grace of God I know I shall be white as wooll or snow Although my Harp is turn'd to wo And I like Pilgrims mourning go Although I feed on cares like bread And wash all night with tears my bed Yet faith assures me that my God Will kisse me again and burn his rod Although the Devil doth prepare And ●a●ch to take me in his snare Though like a thief both night and day He thinks to steal my soul away Yet like a bird my soul shall fly Safe from the fowlers tyranny Though friends will not support my need But fail me like a broken reed Although they love but while 't is fair And leave me in the troubled air Yet Christ my Rock is firme in love And nothing can this Rock remove Though corruption is my father And although just death will gather My body to the peaceful number Of those that in their graves do slumber Though I am dust yet thence I le rise ●nd see my Saviour with these eyes Upon Christs Nativity or Christmasse FRom three dark places Christ came forth this day First from his Father's bosome where he lay Conceal'd till now then from the typick Law Where we his manhood but by figures saw And lastly from his mothers womb he came To us a perfect God and perfect man Now in a Manger lyes th' eternal Word The Word he is yet can no speech afford He is the Bread of life yet hungry lyes The living Fountain yet for drink he cryes He cannot help or cloath himself at need Who did the Lillies cloath and Ravens feed He is the light of lights yet now doth shroud His glory with our nature as a cloud He came to us a little one that we Like little children might in malice be Little he is and wrapt in clouts lest he Might strike us dead if cloath'd with majestie Christ had four beds and those not soft nor brave The Virgins Womb the Manger Cross and Grave The Angels sung this day and so will I That have more reason to be glad than they The covetous worldling Quid non mortalia pect●●a cogit Auri sacra fames WHy dost thou doat on gold and deemest gra●e A thing not worth thy lab●● or embrace No prudent man would blear-ey'd Leah wooe And with disdain let the fair Rachel go He is a foolish Merchant that 's more fond Of glassie Bugles then a Diamond So Esau sought for Venson carnal food And lost the blessing which was far more good Thy coffers may be full but yet this will Though like a gulfe it sucks in doth not fill Wealth is to thee like fuel to the fire Which doth augment and kindle more desire God hath set bounds unto the Sea to curb Her proudest waves lest they the earth disturb But what can