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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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HOPE.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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HOPE.

Qui nihil sperat, desperet nihil.

I'm black, tis true: but yet no sad despair
Shall me perswade, that I shall nere be fair.
Transform hard stones the God of power can,
And make them children unto Abraham.
To turn my heart of stone, God knows the way,
Into a heart of flesh without delay:
My sore disease is not so great, or foul,
That there's no balsome; which can heal my soul;
Come true Samaritan, come sacred Dove,
And in my soul, as in thy Temple move.