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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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Vpon the Honourable Lady, the Lady Elinor Williams of Gwernivet,
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Vpon the Honourable Lady, the Lady Elinor Williams of Gwernivet,

Daughter to the most hospitable, and worthy Gentleman Eustance Whitney of Whitney Court Esq;

Tell me no more, what noble Ladies have
Secur'd their names by vertues from the grave.
For if you knew the Lady, you would swear
No other star mov'd in so high a sphear.
Her vertues do like purest fountains flow,
Which no defect, or diminution know;
The number of her years a man may guesse,
But not her vertues; they are numberless:
If there be one, she is the Phenix true,
Who doth her vertues, not her years renue:
When Hereticks did think the Church to smother,
She was to Church-men a kind nursing-mother.
Her lamp did burne, nor could the wicked rout
With all their blasts put her bright candle out.
Her husband was Sr Henry, that wise Knight,
Who was our Brittish glory, and our light;
From these two stocks grew branches great and fair,
Which keep the poor from the tempestuous air:

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This noble Lady is the onely crown,
Which honour gave, and made our Country known
To other Ladies she may well dispense
With beames of vertue from her influence.
The goodnesse of her language doth betray
Some Angel dwelt within that house of clay;
Our countrey by her absence, we confesse,
Is worse in comfort, and in honour lesse: