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] |
Even so come, Lord Jesus.
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Flamma sine Fumo | ||
Even so come, Lord Jesus.
The pretty Bird imprison'd in his cage,
Would fain go free, and spend his merry age
In spacious woods: So is my better mind
As to a prison, to my flesh confin'd:
Make haste, sweet Jesus, to strike off my shackle,
And to dissolve this earthly tabernacle.
Would fain go free, and spend his merry age
In spacious woods: So is my better mind
As to a prison, to my flesh confin'd:
Make haste, sweet Jesus, to strike off my shackle,
And to dissolve this earthly tabernacle.
Thou art on earth, the earth's most perfect pleasure;
Thou art in heaven, heavens richest treasure:
Let others dote on beauty, honour, wealth,
Thou art my great reward, my joy, my health:
My soul is ravisht with thy love, and sickly;
Then come my sweetest Jesus, oh come quickly
Thou art in heaven, heavens richest treasure:
Let others dote on beauty, honour, wealth,
Thou art my great reward, my joy, my health:
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Then come my sweetest Jesus, oh come quickly
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