Kosmobrephia or the infancy of the world: with an appendix of Gods resting day, Eden 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. then of Eaton school; and now published at the request of his friends.

A Hymne in Commemoration of the Gun-powder Treason.

NOw the grisly God of Hell, With his ••onsters, fierce and fell, Which in pitchy Cev••rns dwell Enter into consultation: And the Devil's Imp•• th•• [Pope,] And the Catholicks which grope In the dark••, doe greatly hope For to see our desolation.

E're our Queen Elizabet•• Had resign'd her latest 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Men and Devils undern〈…〉〈…〉 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.

Seditious Catesby he recit••s To Winter, what he had as lights, From Parsons and the J••sui••••••, On which the Powder-plo•• was grounded. These Ca••almes with their c••mplices (Foes to vertue, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉〈◊〉) Swear to hide ••••e ••n••••••prizes Which sh••ll be to them propounded.

Powd••r-Barreis 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 faine would know, Faux a villaine they employ'd.

A letter sent to th' Lord Mounteagle, To discontent did him inveigle, The King, like a Majestick Eagle, Saw with his ju••••men••s peircing eye; And 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ••he 〈…〉〈…〉 ••and (〈…〉〈…〉 the word•• ha•• wisely scan'd) The 〈◊〉〈◊〉 c••u••d not understand, The 〈◊〉〈◊〉 sense he did disery.

The King commands, they search about, For to remove suspitious doubt; At last they find the traytor out, With a dark lanthorn in his h••nd. The plo••'s reveal'd, and al their aims His gratious goodness God proclaime••, 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.

They that did our deaths conspire, And did very much desire We might dance in shets of fir••, Their plots found out, they fled our coasts.

Some of them did a halter stretch, Guy Faux▪ a brazen-faced wretch, Had's head er••cted on a cratch: Glory be to the Lord of Hoasts.

Thrice blessed be this day, may not Th•• 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 bea••ny 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 all waies to his prayse, Sweet Sonnets Hymnes and Lirick-Layes, Who doth preserve his Church alwaies, Praise God my soul, his praise advance.