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A BATTLE OF BIRDS |
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14 Yet long with loud and chattering cryes,
each company gainst other flyes: With bloody beakes, remorselesse still, their fethered foes to maine or kill, where whilst this battle did remaine their bodies fell like dropes of raine.
15 Thousands were to the Citty borne,
with wounded limbes, and bodies torne: For all the fields were ouerspread,
with mangled starlings that lay dead,1 in bloud and feathers Strang to se, which men tooke vp aboundantly.
16 It was a wonder to explaine,
the number of them hurt and slaine, And being a wonder let it rest,
the Lord aboue he knoweth best:
what these poore creatures did intend, when thus to battle they did bend.
17 But such a battle nere was fought,
by silly Birds which haue no thought: In doing ill, nor any mind,
to worke contrary to their kind, but yet as nature gaue them life, so here they strangly fell at strife.
18 What now for trueth is publisht forth
esteeme it as a newes of worth: And by the wonder of these dayes,
learne to leaue off all wicked wayes, for sure it is that God it sent, that of our sinnes we should repent.
Printed at London by W.I. 1 Text has a period. |
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