To CASTARA, Of what we were before our creation.

WHen Pelion wondring saw, that raine which fell
But now from angry Heaven, to Heaven ward swell:
When th'Indian Ocean did the wanton play,
Mingling its billowes with the Balticke sea:
And the whole earth was water: O where then
Were we Castara? In the fate of men
Lost underneath the waves? Or to beguile
Heaven's justice, lurkt we in Noahs floating Isle?
We had no being then. This fleshly frame
Wed to a soule, long after, hither came
A stranger to it selfe. Those moneths that were
But the last age, no newes of us did heare.
What pompe is then in us? Who th'other day
Were nothing; and in triumph now, but clay.