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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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Upon the golden Grove in the County of Carmarthin, the habitation of the Right Honorable the Lord Vauhan, Earle of Carbery, now Lord President of the Marches of Wales.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Upon the golden Grove in the County of Carmarthin, the habitation of the Right Honorable the Lord Vauhan, Earle of Carbery, now Lord President of the Marches of Wales.

If I might, where I pleas'd, compose my nest,
The golden Grove should be my constant rest.
This curious fabrick might make us believe
That Angels there, or men like Angels live,
I must commend the out side; but within
Not to admire, it were almost a sin.
Of fertile ground the large circumference.
With admiration may confound the sense;
Which ground, if things were rightly understood,
From Paradise came tumbling in the Flood,
And there the water left it, therefore we
Find here of pleasures such varietie.
Wise Nature here did strive, and witty Art
To please the curious eye, and longing heart.
The neighbouring river Towyd oth oreflow,
Like pleasant Nilus the rich Meades below.

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Hence come great store, and various kind of fish
So good, as may enrich the empty dish.
Fowles thither flock, as if they thought it fit,
They should present themselves unto the spit.
Here gardens are compos'd, so sweet, so fair
With fragrant flowers as do perfume the air.
Hard by a grovedoth stand, which doth defeat
Cold winter storms, and the dry Summers heat.
Their merry birds their pleasant Carols sing,
Like sweet Musicians to the wanton spring.
There are parks, orchards, warrens, fish-ponds, spring.
Each foot of ground some curious object brings:
There lives a noble Earl, free, just and wise,
In whom the Elixer of perfection lyes.
His heart is good as balsome, pure as gold,
Wise, as a Serpent, as a Lion bold: