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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 Priesthood.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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The Priesthood.

Τις προς ταυται ικανος.

'Twas Jeroboam's practice, and his sport,
Priests to elect out of the baser sort.
As it was in those dayes of old: so now
They have full orders, which no order know.
Drones, knaves, and fools, for Church-preferment look,
Those fish, and catch it with a silver hook.
Such Workmen in Christs Vineyard, will, I fear,
More shame the work, than help good labourers there.
The Priesthood is a holy, Sacred thing,
Deriv'd from Christ, both Prophet, Priest, and King.

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This pearl is fit for Merchants, that can tell
The use thereof, and know the value well.
Let not this rich and precious oyle be shed,
Or pour'd on any, but wise Aaron's head.
The wise men came with reverence to Christs stable.
But fools will come without it to his table.
Those must have perfect eyes that guide the blind.
Who sin corrects, should have the purest mind.
Those must have skill in Musick, that can sing
One of the Songs of Sion to the King:
Christ once had need, but cannot now abide
Unto the Temple on as Ass to ride:
God doth inflame his Priests with Sacred fire,
And them he doth with different gifts inspire:
Some wound, some heal our sores; some weep, some sing
Some thunder Judgements; some glad-tydings bring.
No Souldier will prepare himself to fight,
Unless the Warlick Trumpet soundeth right:
Then Prelate be not rash t'impose thy hand,
The Holy Ghost is not at thy command.