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 Poetical measure. By R. W. [i.e. Rowland Watkyns] |
The Spiritual Watchman. |
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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 mind; 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 shroud, 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.
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