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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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Upon Christs Nativity or Christmasse.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Upon Christs Nativity or Christmasse.

From three dark places Christ came forth this day,
First from his Father's bosome, where he lay
Conceal'd till now; then from the typick Law,
Where we his manhood but by figures saw,
And lastly from his mothers womb he came
To us a perfect God, and perfect man.
Now in a Manger lyes th' eternal Word,
The Word he is, yet can no speech afford.
He is the Bread of life, yet hungry lyes,
The living Fountain, yet for drink he cryes;
He cannot help, or cloath himself at need,
Who did the Lillies cloath, and Ravens feed:
He is the light of lights, yet now doth shroud
His glory with our nature as a cloud:
He came to us a little one, that we
Like little children might in malice be;
Little he is, and wrapt in clouts, left he
Might strike us dead, if cloath'd with majestie.
Christ had four beds, and those not soft, nor brave,
The Virgins Womb, the Manger, Cross and Grave;
The Angels sung this day; and so will I,
That have more reason to be glad, than they: