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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A Hymne in Commemoration of the Gun-powder Treason.
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A Hymne in Commemoration of the Gun-powder Treason.
Now the grisly God of Hell,
With his monsters, fierce and fell,
Which in pitchy Ceverns dwell
Enter into consultation:
And the Devil's Impe the [Pope,]
And the Catholicks which grope
In the darke, doe greatly hope
For to see our desolation.
With his monsters, fierce and fell,
Which in pitchy Ceverns dwell
Enter into consultation:
And the Devil's Impe the [Pope,]
And the Catholicks which grope
In the darke, doe greatly hope
For to see our desolation.
E're our Queen Elizabeth
Had resign'd her latest breath
Men and Devils underneath
Met to hatch a horrid treason.
Garnet moves the King of Spaine
To invade: King James his reigne
New begun makes him refrain
That designe b'ing rul'd by reason.
Had resign'd her latest breath
Men and Devils underneath
Met to hatch a horrid treason.
Garnet moves the King of Spaine
To invade: King James his reigne
New begun makes him refrain
That designe b'ing rul'd by reason.
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Seditious Catesby he recites
To Winter, what he had as lights,
From Parsons and the Jesuites,
On which the Powder-plot was grounded.
These Ca[illeg.]almes with their complices
(Foes to vertue, freinds to vices)
Swear to hide the enterprizes
Which shall be to them propounded.
To Winter, what he had as lights,
From Parsons and the Jesuites,
On which the Powder-plot was grounded.
These Ca[illeg.]almes with their complices
(Foes to vertue, freinds to vices)
Swear to hide the enterprizes
Which shall be to them propounded.
Powder-Barrels thirty six;
(Billet-wood and faggot sticks
For to colour it) they fix,
In a Cellar that was voyd.
This conspir'd to overthrow
King and Kingdome at a blow,
What to do they saine would know,
Faux a villaine they employ'd.
(Billet-wood and faggot sticks
For to colour it) they fix,
In a Cellar that was voyd.
This conspir'd to overthrow
King and Kingdome at a blow,
What to do they saine would know,
Faux a villaine they employ'd.
A letter sent to th'Lord Mounteagle,
To discontent did him inveigle,
The King, like a Mejestick Eagle,
Saw with his judgments peircing eye;
And when the councel of the land
(Though they the words had wisely scan'd)
The meaning could not understand,
The letters sense he did discry.
To discontent did him inveigle,
The King, like a Mejestick Eagle,
Saw with his judgments peircing eye;
And when the councel of the land
(Though they the words had wisely scan'd)
The meaning could not understand,
The letters sense he did discry.
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The King commands, they search about,
For to remove suspitious doubt;
At last they find the traytor ont,
With a dark lanthorn in his hind.
The plot's reveal'd, and al their aims
His gratious goodness God proclaimes,
In saving thus our soveraine James
And all the Nobles of the land,
For to remove suspitious doubt;
At last they find the traytor ont,
With a dark lanthorn in his hind.
The plot's reveal'd, and al their aims
His gratious goodness God proclaimes,
In saving thus our soveraine James
And all the Nobles of the land,
Oh what for us the Lord hath wrought;
He, he hath rescu'd us, and brought
All our foes fond atempts to nought?
Bloody mindes have bloody ends.
In the secret-hidden snare,
Which for us they did prepare,
They themselves intangled are;
Powder plotters powder rends.
He, he hath rescu'd us, and brought
All our foes fond atempts to nought?
Bloody mindes have bloody ends.
In the secret-hidden snare,
Which for us they did prepare,
They themselves intangled are;
Powder plotters powder rends.
They that did our deaths conspire,
And did very much desire
We might dance in shets of fire,
Their plots found out, they fled our coasts.
Some of them did a halter stretch,
Guy Faux, a brazen-faced wretch,
Had's head erected on a cratch:
Glory be to the Lord of Hoasts.
And did very much desire
We might dance in shets of fire,
Their plots found out, they fled our coasts.
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Guy Faux, a brazen-faced wretch,
Had's head erected on a cratch:
Glory be to the Lord of Hoasts.
Thrice blessed be this day, may not
The unaccomplish'd Powder-plot,
By any Christians be forgot.
O joyfull joyfull holy day!
Let Bells in ev'ry Steeple ring,
And ev'ry sort of people sing,
And boyes their squibs and crackers fling,
And bone-fires beamy light display.
The unaccomplish'd Powder-plot,
By any Christians be forgot.
O joyfull joyfull holy day!
Let Bells in ev'ry Steeple ring,
And ev'ry sort of people sing,
And boyes their squibs and crackers fling,
And bone-fires beamy light display.
Let all of us with one accord
Extoll and magnifie the Lord;
Who to this Island did afford
So great, so straing deliverance!
O sing we allwaies to his prayse,
Sweet Sonnets Hymnes and Lirick-Layes,
Who doth preserve his Church alwaies,
Praise God my soul, his praise advance.
Extoll and magnifie the Lord;
Who to this Island did afford
So great, so straing deliverance!
O sing we allwaies to his prayse,
Sweet Sonnets Hymnes and Lirick-Layes,
Who doth preserve his Church alwaies,
Praise God my soul, his praise advance.
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