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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The mortified Christian.
I from the worlds deceitful snares am free,They were but cobwebs, which entangled me,
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You bad companions, which mispend the day.
Leave me alone, I ne're am lesse alone,
Than when in private by my self I mone.
I love no dainties, which procure delight,
Nor curious sauce to whet the appetite.
Nature is soon contented: give me meat,
That I may live, let me not live to eat.
I wear no silk, fine linnen, rich attire
To make me proud, or burn with wanton fire;
Rough sackcloth, or some homely weed I love,
Which my poor heart to humble thoughts may move.
I pray in Temples, meadows, woods; each place
Invites my soul to call for saving grace:
All sins by constant prayer conquer'd be,
So conquer them, else they will conquer thee.
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