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A30125 A book for boys and girls, or, Country rhimes for children by J.B. Bunyan, John, 1628-1688. 1686 (1686) Wing B5489; ESTC R26565 31,439 89

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the light burns dim 'cause of the snuff Sometimes it is blown quite out with a puff But Watchfulness preventeth both these evils Keeps Candles light and Grace in spight of Devils Nor let not snuffs nor puffs make us to doubt Our Candles may be lighted though pufft out The Candle in the night doth all excel Nor Sun nor Moon nor Stars then shine so well So is the Christian in our Hemisphere Whose light shews others how their course to steer When Candles are put out all 's in confusion Where Christians are not Devils make Intrusion Then happy are they who such Candles have All others dwell in darkness and the Grave But Candles that do blink within the Socket And Saints whose heads are always in their pocket Are much alike such Candles make us fumble And at such Saints good men and bad do stumble Good Candles do'nt offend except sore eyes Nor hurt unless it be the silly Flies Thus none like burning Candles in the night Nor ought to holy living for delight But let us draw towards the Candles end The fire you see doth Wick and Tallow spend As Grace mans life until his Glass is run And so the Candle and the Man is done The man now lays him down upon his Bed The Wick yields up its fire and so is dead The Candle now extinct is but the man By Grace mounts up to Glory there to stand XIV Upon the Sacraments Two Sacraments I do believe there be Baptism and the Supper of the Lord Both Mysteries divine which do to me By Gods appointment benefit afford But shall they be my God or shall I have Of them so foul and impious a Thought To think that from the Curse they can me save Bread Wine nor Water me no ramsom bought XV. Upon the Suns Reflection upon the Clouds in a fair Morning Ook yonder ah Methinks mine eyes do see Clouds edg'd with silver as fine Garments be They look as if they saw that Golden face That makes black Clouds most beautiful with Grace Unto the Saints sweet incense or their Prayer These Smoaky curdled Clouds I do compare For as these Clouds seem edg'd or lac'd with Gold Their Prayers return with Blessings manifold XVI Upon Apparel GOd gave us Cloaths to hide our Nakedness And we by them do it expose to View Our Pride and unclean Minds to an excess By our Apparel we to others shew XVII The Sinner and the Spider Sinner VVHat black what ugly crawling thing art thou Spider I am a Spider Sinner A Spider Ay also a filthy Creature Spider Not filthy as thy self in Name or Feature My Name intailed is to my Creation My Feature 's from the God of thy Salvation Sinner I am a Man and in God's Image made I have a Soul shall neither dye nor fade God has possessed me with humane Reason Speak not against me lest thou speakest Treason For if I am the Image of my Maker Of Slanders laid on me he is Partaker Spider I know thou art a Creature far above me Therefore I shun I fear and also love thee But tho thy God hath made thee such a Creature Thou hast against him often play'd the Traitor Thy sin has fetcht thee down Leave off to boast Nature thou hast defil'd God's Image lost Yea thou thy self a very Beast hast made And art become like Grass which soon doth fade Thy Soul thy Reason yea thy spotless State Sin has subjected to th'most dreadful fate But I retain my primitive condition I 've all but what I lost by thy Ambition Sinner Thou venom'd thing I know not what to call thee The Dregs of Nature surely did befal thee Thou wast made of the Dross and Scum of all Man hates thee doth in scorn thee Spider call Spider My Venom 's good for something 'cause God made it Thy Sin has spoilt thy Nature doth degrade it Of humane Vertues therefore tho I fear thee I will not tho I might despise and jear thee Thou sayst I am the very Dregs of Nature Thy Sin 's the spawn of Devils 't is no Creature Thou sayst man hates me 'cause I am a Spider Poor man thou at thy God art a Derider My venom tendeth to my Preservation Thy pleasing Follies work out thy Damnation Poor man I keep the rules of my Creation Thy sin has cast thee headlong from thy Station I hurt no body willingly but thou Art a self-Murderer Thou knowst not how To do what good is no thou lovest evil Thou fly'st God's Law adherest to the Devil Sinner Ill-shaped Creature there 's Antipathy 'Twixt Men and Spiders 't is in vain to lie I hate thee stand off if thou dost come nigh me I 'll crush thee with my foot I do defie thee Spider They are ill shap't who warped are by sin Antipathy in thee hath long time bin To God No marvel then if me his Creature Thou dost defie pretending Name and Feature But why stand off My Presence shall not throng thee 'T is not my venom but thy sin doth wrong thee Come I will teach thee Wisdom do but hear me I was made for thy profit do not fear me But if thy God thou wilt not hearken to What can the Swallow Ant or Spider do Yet I will speak I can but be rejected Sometimes great things by small means are effected Hark then tho man is noble by Creation He 's lapsed now to such Degeneration Is so besotted and so careless grown As not to grieve though he has overthrown Himself and brought to Bondage every thing Created from the Spider to the King This we poor Sensitives do feel and see For subject to the Curse you made us be Tread not upon me neither from me go 'T is man which has brought all the world to wo. The Law of my Creation bids me teach thee I will not for thy Pride to God impeach thee I spin I weave and all to let thee see Thy best performances but Cob webs be Thy Glory now is brought to such an Ebb It doth not much excel the Spider's Web. My Webs becoming snares aud traps for Flies Do set the wiles of Hell before thine eyes Their tangling nature is to let thee see Thy sins too of a tangling nature be My Den or Hole for that 't is bottomless Doth of Damnation shew the Lastingness My lying quat until the Fly is catcht Shews secretly Hell hath thy ruin hatcht In that I on her seize when she is taken I shew who gathers whom God hath forsaken The Fly lies buzzing in my Web to tell Thee how the Sinners roar and howl in Hell Now since I shew thee all these Mysteries How canst thou hate me or me Scandalize Sinner Well well I no more will be a Derider I did not look for such things from a Spider Spider Come hold thy peace what I have yet to say If heeded help thee may another day Since I an ugly ven'mous Creature be There is some Semblance 'twixt vile Man and Me.