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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]
1 occurrence of shall rise with fleas
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1 occurrence of shall rise with fleas
[Clear Hits]

The Prodigal Son

------ Facilis descensus averni,
Sed revocare gradum; superasque evadere ad auras:
Hic labor, hoc opus est.

Once did I spread abroad my glorious train,
And like a Cedar little shrubs disdain:
Amongst small fish I thought my self a Whale,
None might me ballance in an equal scale.
Reason was not my guide; each wanton sense
Did wander through the whole circumference:
Sometimes the center of my pleasure lay
Fixt in the bed of lust: the glorious Day
Did usher in my fancies, and the Night
Was but my secret Pander to delight.
I robb'd the painful Silkworm of her store,
And polisht English fleece with Indian ore;
Which by reflexion from the Suns bright rays,
Dull'd the beholders eyes, and made fools praise
My handsom feature, although every part
Was little bound to Natures work, but Art.

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No cloud of sorrow did eclipse my joy,
Nor mud of envy did my spring annoy:
Each day produc'd strange dishes of content,
To give my palate a new complement:
With women, wine, and cards I spent the day,
Which like the wind chas'd clouds of cares away.
But when my stock was spent, my thoughts did fall,
I lost the Court, and found the Beggars hall:
The stubborn husks, which nasty hogs do eat,
Was then my onely dish, and constant meat
The scales of sin fell from my watry eyes,
And real truths I did discern from lyes.
In haste I ran into my Fathers arms,
And now with him I live secure from harms:
I'le drown my sins in tears, and never more
Spend oil in vain, that I may pay my score.