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] |
Upon the death of the Right worshipful, Sir Walter Pye of the Mynde.
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Upon the death of the Right worshipful, Sir Walter Pye of the Mynde.
Thus full grown, fruitful trees we often findBlown down by sad and unexpected wind.
He was an Evening-star, but so divine,
As did in glory Morning-stars outshine:
Vertue was strong in him, (if truly scan'd)
As when the Sun doth in his Zenith stand:
The King hath lost a Subject, who should have
An everlasting April on his grave.
Have you observ'd, how the pure Frankincense
Or Storax burning out, delights the sense?
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A glory to his friends, to foes a shame:
His death deserves of tears more ample store,
Than there be sands upon rich Nilus shore.
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