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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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Concerning God and Christ.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Concerning God and Christ.

Veriùs cogitatur, quàm dicitur, & veriùs est, quàm cogitatur.

Presumptuons man gods Essence would define,
Were he to reason subject, or to time:
Angels in part may apprehend his nature,
To comprehend him lies not in any creature:
It is an easier labour to impart
What thou art not, (O Lord) than what thou art
No matter, form, or composition can
Be found in God, as in a mortal man.
He cannot be deceiv'd, he cannot lye,
He cannot sin commit, he cannot dye.
God may be angry with mans sinful way,
And yet no passion doth his nature sway.
His Center's every where: no humane sense,
Or place can limit his circumference:
Who can find out one God in persons three?
Or how three persons can one Godhead be?
Or how the holy Father, and the Sonne
Coequal are before all worlds begun,
As Christ is God, a mother he had not,
As he is man, man never him begot.
His Mother was a Virgin, chast, unstain'd;
After Christs birth a Virgin she remain'd.
She had a Son, nor did the Son unty
The sacred bands of her Virginity.
A Virgin, and a Mother; God, and man;
Who these mysterious secrets riddle can?
Approach not (O my soul) too near that light,
Which will obscure, and dull the curious sight,

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My speech, and reason fails, Ile case my Lute,
Wonder I may, but not of God dispute: