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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

and still the sunshine love On these unconstant worldlings I do look As on the image in the Prophets book The head of gold of silver th' arms and breast The thighs and belly were of brass the rest As legs and feet of iron were and clay The image fell and moulder'd all away So wavering men who use no constant Creed From good to bad from bad to worse proceed But here is one who like a Martyr ran And held throughout the course he first began No strong temptations threatning swords or gold Could flat his resolution he ne'r sold His love for gain his heart was firm and stable Unto his King as th' Anchor to the Cable So stands the stately Pine which rooted fast And deep in earth disdains the weaker blast To make one perfect Nature never could Have form'd a man in a more decent mould But wiser men neglect the outward shell And praise his braver soul where vertues dwell His sole ambition rightly understood Is only to be known not great but good His actions are so just that you 'd protest Astraea dwelt within his sacred breast With unclipt wings let may Ambition fly As his desires are good his merits high GRACE Qui quaerit invenit MEn dig the bowels of rhe earth for gold And rocks for precions stones and some are bold To dive into the sea for pearl Few care To get the pearl of Grace more rich more rare The Manna and the Quails were dainty meat And as delicious as a man could eat But taste the food of Grace and thou shalt find It yields a better relish to thy mind Grace makes the poor man rich the bline to see The sad man full of joy the bondman free Weak humane thoughts it turns to thoughts divine As Christ at Cana watet turn'd to wine It sweetens all conditions rich and poor Like some pure incense and preserves thy store A good Report Honestus rumor optimum est patrimonium Qui malè facit malè audit DO not neglect the candor of thy Name Thou shouldst not stain thy clothes much less thy fame Fine houses men will build repair and trim And keep them neat without and fair with in But little they regard if by foul ways ●hey blot their names and flubber o're their days Such men in life are odious and shall be In death a scandal to posterity I 'll tread a righteous path ●ia good Report Makes men live long although their life is short Sampson's Riddle Out of the strong cam● sweet CHrist was the Lamb Christ was the Lion slain To save our souls from everlasting pain From Judab's Lion all sweet pleasures flow No mercies but from him we have or know He was a Lion mighty strong in pow'r Before he could Death Sathan Hell devour A Dark Lanthorn THis Lanthorn is but dull and dark in sight As if it had not the least spark of light● The light is clos'd within which none can spy Or well discern unless the curious eye So good men care not that the world should know How good they are by any outward shew Thus Cabinets appear but mean and plain Yet many times rich pearl and gold contain Thus the best Wine that ever you can wish Is often tasted in an earthen dish Some look like holy Temples when they are Like graves within defil'd with rotten ware Of my weak deeds I will no trumpet sound The heart is humble where good gifts abound Man's Infirmity WIse Adam fell in Paradise the good Angels in Heaven fell who always stood In Gods own presence Faithful Peter fell Though in Christs school he was brought up so well David committed murther righteous Lot Defil'd his name with an incestuous blot No Oak so strong no Cedar is so tall But shaken with tempestuous wind may fall No man so perfect is so pure a Saint But in the battel he may fail and faint If God prevents not Man that 's born to sorrow May safely stand to day and fall to morrow The Common people Neutrum modò mas modo vulgus THe many-headed Hydra or the People Now build the Church then pull down Bells and Steeple To day for learned Bishops and a King They shout with one consent to morrow sing A different note One while the people cry To Christ Hosanna then him crucifie And thus the wavering multitude will be Constant in nothing but inconstancie When these together swarm the Kingdom fears They are as fierce as Tygers rude as Bears The Rock in Horeb. ONce onely Moses with his sacred rod The Rock in Horeb strucks as he by God Commanded was then waters gusht and fell From the hard Rock as from a running Well Lord thou didst often strike me never kill Thy rod was gentle I am stubborn still Soften my stony heart that tears may flow None reap in joy but those in tears that sow The holy Sepulchre CHrist is our Rock who in a rock is lain The lesser rock the greater doth contain Out of a rock they newly hew'd his grave The new man Christ thus a new tomb must have No creature might repose or lay his head Without presumption in the Creators bed The Lily of the valley Sharon's Rose His fragrant grave in a sweet garden chose This Rock did shelter Christ two days but he An everlasting Refuge is to me He is the Rock that doth our souls relieve With water which doth life eternal give The Passing-Bell THe Passing-Bell doth toll my thred is spun My candle is burnt out my hour-glass run This sound is doleful and this musick 's sad To those which in the world are rich and bad It is like Davids musick sweet to me Which doth my soul from evil spirits free I end my life and yet to live begin I shall in glory live who liv'd in sin The Spiritual Watchman Nulla venit sine te nox mihi nulla dies WHen private in my bed I take my rest I muse on all the gifts wherewith God blest And made me glad The thankful man alone Climbs Jacobs ladder and ascends Gods throne I think on heaven's joys and do admire Of Saints and Angels the harmonious quire Sometimes I think of hell where rich men ly In deadly torments and yet cannot dy My life I call to m●nd which God hath made Short like a span vaine as a dream or shade This night may be my last and I may have My sheet to be my should my bed my grave I count past sins which so defile my soul That on the dunghil Job was not so foul These holy thoughts possesse my serious head Til tears run downe and wash my careful bed LOVE Amor est complementum legis OUr God is love who doth remain in love In the same sphear with God himself doth move All things by perfect nature do agree And seem to hold a mutual sympathy The heavens to love their inclination show Which fairly do embrace this orb below The fire the water earth and air agree

The T●uth is pure to clense our souls from sin I ft we do walk this Way this Truth maintain Eernal life is ours exempt from pain This is the Way without all rubs of grief This is the Truth which claims a just belief Here is the Life which conquer'd death and sin Truth Life is ones if we the way be in The● Truth informs us and the Way doth gulde The Life rewards us if we constant bide Follow this Way embrace this Truth desire This Life the crown of Saints in Heavens quire Thankfulness Ascensus gratiarum est descensus gratiae IN thee I have my being live and move Who art the King of glory and of love From thy rich storehouse of delight and pleasure I do receive my joy my gifts and treasure Who gives me bread to strengthen me and wine To glad my heart who made my soul divine Who gave me wisdom or spiritual eyes Good to discern from bad and Truth from lyes Who doth direct my ways but thou my King Which art the Fountain whence all vertues spring What shall I render thee I have no more Than what 's thine own thy riches are my store If thou sweet Lord wilt not my Heart disdain Thou gav'st it me I give it thee again The Holy Maid Dum fugio homines invenio angelos nunquam minùs sola quàm cùm sola IAm resolv'd no sond desire Shall kindle in me Cupids fire No amorous toyes no wanton kiss Shall ●ob me of eternal bliss I 'll write I 'll read I 'll spin I 'll pray To drive vain thoughts of Love away A silent Cloyster which is free From change and chance best pleaseth me When I do not converse with men I speak with God and Angels then I will not wear a rich attire Of gold or silk to set on fire Beholders eyes The care I find Most needful is to dress my mind No cunning Lover shall beguile Or win me with a gift or smile I will accept no pretty thing As Ribans Gloves a Watch or Ring Weak man's estate as in a glass Is truly seen in fading grass The choisest Man the fairest Rose Will languish and perfection lose And yet I am in love but where My love ascends a higher sphere Where honor beauty pleasures be Inthron'd and full of constancie My Beloved's white and ruddy My red sins made him all bloody His head is like fine gold most free From dross and all impurity His gracious eyes are like Doves eyes And in his cheeks composed lies A bed of spices and flowers sweet Where all perfumes together meet His mouth breathes roses and no bliss Can equal his delicious kiss But see where my Beloved lies And courts me with his dying eyes He spreads his arms me to embrace Who would no● love so sweet a face Rich drops of blood like rubies fall To ransom my poor soul from thrall The Cross my pillow and my bed Shall be his Grave to rest my head All sweets are sour all fair perfections foul Compar'd with Christ the Bridegroom of my soul In laudem Comitatus Herefordiensis Hic benè natus eram non benè notus eram Haec tell us pleno ditescit munere coeli Nec magè fructiferas dat Paradisus opes Optima qainque bonis florescunt commoda terris Unda silva frequens faemina lana seges Vitro splendidior lucido fluit unda salubris Quae faelix multo pisce notatur aqua Da●● vi●ides campis turgentia flumina vestes Wy Lug sunt patriae flumin● prima meae Hic qu●rcus Jovis arbor adest quâ scindimus aequor Nobilitat varios plurima silva locos Hic est in●ocuae tam praestans forma puellae Verteret ut Monachos in nova vota pios Non p●aebet tibi tam pretiosam Hispania lanam Qualia dives opum veller a Lemster habet Diverso telum componit tramite bombyx Cum videas lanam hanc negligis illud opus Alma Ceres crescit gravidisque labora● aristis Nec datur in toto copia parca so'o Pa●rem hic tam placidum comedas ut credere posses ma●●●m de summo vel cecidisse poto Te●tarent Evam f●lg●n●ia poma per agros C●●scit pomorum ●uxu●i●s● proles 〈◊〉 S●cera n●en●o non postpon●nda Lyaeo Q●●● N●ct●r magni credo fuisse Jovis Haec gens fidelis gaudens virtute laboris Experiens fortis bl●nda jocosa sagar Hospitio gaudet populus studiosus amoris Et col●t antiquum Religi●nis opus Musa silere jub●t nunquam imbecilla son ●bit Ex merito laudes buccina nostra tuas Come unto me all you that labour and are heavy laden and I will ease you Matthew 11. 28. Clamat Diabolus Venite ad me ego intersiciam Clamat Mundus Venite ad me ego desiciam Clamat Caro Venite ad me ego inficiam Clamat Christus Venite ad me ego ref●ciam NOt Gilead's Balm no Pool in Siloam Not David's Hyssop and no Angel can Or blessed Saint in heaven cure the soul When sin hath made it like a Leper foul Christ is our Balsom and we have no Tree Whose leaves do Nations heal but only he Our Saviours sacred blood speaks better things Than Abels blood and greater comfort brings Gods anger was incens'd when Abel dy'd Our Saviours blood his anger pacifi'd The blood of Abel did for vengeance call Christs blood for love and mercy to us all Just Abels blood cry'd once and cry'd no more Our Saviours blood cries still God hath in store A Sea of mercies if we do depend On Christ our loving Bridegroom and our Friend He makes the lame to walk the blind to see The sad to sing for joy the pris'ner free Come all that labour Blessed is the man That hath some oil from this Samaritan Come not by strength of legs or feet but mind By prayers not by steps if rest you 'll find Mount with the wings of prayer and ascend Gods holy hill where pleasures never end The Hypocrite Monumentum speciosum THe Hypocrite his face his words his mind Into a thousand forms and shapes can wind This weather-cock with every blast can turn And he had rather change his faith than burn He cares not how so he may fill his dish He can in cleer and troubled waters fish He love protests where he doth deadly hate His words will run like oil and break your pate If men do hunt the Fox he 'll shout and cry 'T is fit the Fox which kill'd the lambs should die But if the Fox sits in the chair of State The Fox shall have his love the Lamb his hate If here the Tu●k should reign this man alone Would sell his Bible for an Alcharon I 'll speak no more of dung my heart is free From the base leaven of Hypocrisie Chastity A Woman chaste is like a Meadow fair Enricht with pleasant flowers and sweetest air Then woman lock thy privy chamber be A fountain seal'd not to all