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] |
I am the true Vine
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I am the true Vine
Christ is the fruitful Vine, whereon doth growClusters of mercies, which no number know.
Hence we receive such active cups of wine
As mortals make immortal, and divine.
The Vine is cut, and prun'd; so Christ was torne
His hands, and feet with nailes, his head with thorn.
In malice they were ripe, and did not fear
To pierce his side with a presumptious spear,
Hence flow'd the Sacraments, as from a spring
Of lively waters, saving health to bring.
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