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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]

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74

Hell.

Qui per malam vitam negligit cœlum, per justitiam 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 lie,
Where the foul worm 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 tears,
Full of distractions, horrid thoughts, and fears.
From Gods sweet presence, from eternal light,
From holy Angels, and from Saints delight,
From heavens glory now they banisht are,
What torment is this, no man can declare;
If after twenty thousand years of pain,
And thousands more the damn'd were sure to gain
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.