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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To my deare Brother the Author of this Book called Κοσμοβρεφια.
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To my deare Brother the Author of this Book called Κοσμοβρεφια.
VVhat write so well as this, and but fifteen?How ripe art thou in wit? in years how green?
In the Aurora of thine age, betimes,
How expert art thou in composing Rhimes?
My Muse (alas!) scarce ever could aspire
To make a verse; Apollo and his Lyre
Are strangers to me; on the forked hill
I never slumbred; never bath'd my Quill
In Hipocrene: but haveing read thy Book
Of the Worlds birth, my Pen in hand I took,
And went to write, indeed, I could not chuse
But make a verse, inspired by thy Muse.
I well remember what a deal a doe
I made to fumble out a verse or two.
VVhen on Apollo, and the triple Trine,
I only did reply for Discipline;
VVorth's in thy Book, and what care I who know it,
Love wings my Muse; 'tis love makes me a Poet.
John Billingsly.
| KOSMOBREVIA[Greek], or the infancy of the world | |