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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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Solitarinesse.

I am become like a Pelicane in the wilderness,
and like an Owl, that is in the desart,
I have watched, and am even as it were a sparrow,
that sitteth alone upon the house top:
Psalm. 102. 6, 7.

The multitude, like some tempestuous wind.
Disturbs the contemplation of the mind:
High meditations do my soul possesse,
Like John the Bapist's, in a wildernesse.
When secret fields I tread, I do refuse
The books of men, and Nature's books peruse.
The glorious Sun, the Moon, the Stars so bright
Are demonstrations of th' Eternal light.
The Rainbow doth in the dark clouds declare,
How great Gods Judgments, and his mercies are.
Each herb, or flower, each living plant, or tree
Present Gods goodnesse, and his Majestie:
I see the Lilleys grow, and then admire
Gods wisdom in their pure, and rich attire;
God seeds the Ravens, which not reap, nor sow,
By these Gods gracious providence I know;

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When lo the lofty hills I lift mine eyes,
I speak of heaven in soliloquies.
The stream, whose constant motion never stays.
Argues the swift Procession of my days:
I travel to my grave, till life is done,
As rivers do unto the Ocean run.
When I behold the Lark't advance her wing,
And to our God a thankful Anthem sing.
I check my nature, and can do no lesse
Than tax my self of dull unthankfulnesse.
Such holy raptures with my soul agree,
When in the world I from the world am free.
The further I from wordly men remove,
I draw the neerer to the God of Love: