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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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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-brook:
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 dark clouds can chase,
And cleer me with the beauty of his face.
Wash (Lord) my scarlet sins, that knowest how
To make me whiter than the fleece of snow:

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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.