KOSMOBREVIA[Greek], or the infancy of the world With an Appendix of Gods resting day, Edon Garden; Mans Happiness before, Misery after, his Fall. Whereunto is added, The Praise of Nothing; Divine Ejaculations; The four Ages of the world; The Birth of Christ; Also a Century of Historical Applications; With a Taste of Poetical fictions. Written some years since by N. B.[i.e. Nicholas Billingsley] ... And now published at the request of his Friends |
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The Worlds Creation, sung by Mr. Nicholas Billingsly, at fifteen years of Age.
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 | KOSMOBREVIA[Greek], or the infancy of the world |  |
The Worlds Creation, sung by Mr. Nicholas Billingsly, at fifteen years of Age.
Peace to Du Bartas Ghost: no murthers here,Or should we touch our deare dead Sylvester
Would vocal bloud out murther murther cry,
With witnesses in gules, 'gainst Billingsly?
No, no great souls, your weeks all yeares out-run,
And like your world wait on Conflagration.
At first divinest love with brooding wings
Made warme the worlds great egg, in which all things
Like Atomes slept untill th'Eternal one
Old nothing wakened to perfection.
Since when some wits at Moses bush took light,
Enough to blind the dim eyd Stagyrite:
And by their numbers taught Philosophy;
How, when began the worlds Epiphanie.
Amongst the rest our friend not past fifteen,
Who from his girdle upward's, epicene;
Apollo-like, without a beard, nor can
His doubtful chin betray him to be man.
This Cockrel-muse betimes in his owne morn,
Hath clap'd his wings, and sung the World is born.
WP: Iacob. Φιλιατρος
| KOSMOBREVIA[Greek], or the infancy of the world | |