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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

o'harm shall come to thee Yea I will be thy Succourer My Bosom shall thy Cabbin be But lo behold the Bird is gone These Charmings would not make her yield The Child 's left at the Bush alone The Bird flies yonder o'er the Field Comparison This Child of Christ an Emblem is The Bird to Sinners I compare The Thorns are like those Sins of his Which do surround him ev'ry where Her Songs her Food and Sun-shine day An Emblem 's of those foolish Toys Which to Destruction lead the way The fruit of worldly empty Joys The Arguments this Child doth chuse To draw to him a Bird thus wild Shews Christ familiar Speech doth use To make's to him be reconciled The Bird in that she takes her Wing To speed her from him after all Shews us vain Man loves any thing Much better than the Heav'nly Call XXXII Of Moses and his Wife THis Moses was a fair and comely man His wife a swarthy Ethiopian Nor did his Milk-white Bosom change her Skin She came out thence as black as she went in Now Moses was a type of Moses Law His Wife likewise of one that never saw Another way unto eternal Life There 's Myst'ry then in Moses and his Wife The Law is very Holy Just and good And to it is espous'd all Flesh and Blood But this its Goodness it cannot bestow On any that are wedded thereunto Therefore as Moses Wife came swarthy in And went out from him without change of Skin So he that doth the Law for Life adore Shall yet by it be left a Black-a-more XXXIII Upon the barren Fig-tree in God's Vineyard What barren here in this so good a soyl The sight of this doth make God's heart recoyl From giving thee his Blessing Barren Tree Bear Fruit else thine end will cursed be Art thou not planted by the water side Know'st not thy Lord by Fruit is glorifi'd The Sentence is cut down the barren Tree Bear Fruit or else thine End will cursed be Hast not been dig'd about and dunged too Will neither Patience nor yet Dressing do The Executioner is come O Tree Bear Fruit or else thine End will cursed be He that about thy Roots takes pains to dig Would if on thee were found but one good Fig Preserve thee from the Axe But barren Tree Bear Fruit or else thy End will cursed be The utmost end of Patience is at hand 'T is much if thou much longer here doth stand O cumber-Cumber-ground thou art a barren Tree Bear Fruit or else thine End will cursed be Thy standing nor thy name will help at all When fruitful Trees are spared thou must fall The Axe is laid unto thy Roots O Tree Bear fruit or else thine End will cursed be XXXIIII Of the Rose-bush THis homely Bush doth to mine eyes expose A very fair yea comely ruddy Rose This Rose doth also bow its head to me Saying come pluck me I thy Rose will be Yet offer I to gather Rose or Bud Ten to one but the Bush will have my Blood This looks like a Trappan or a Decoy To offer and yet snap who would enjoy Yea the more eager on 't the more in danger Be he the Master of it or a Stranger Bush why dost bear a Rose If none must have it Why dost expose it yet claw those that crave it Art become freakish Dost the Wanton play Or doth thy testy humour tend this way Comparison This Rose God's Son is with his ruddy Looks But what 's the Bush Whose pricks like Tenter-hooks Do scratch and claw the finest Ladies hands Or rent her Cloths if she too near it stands This Bush an Emblem is of Adam's race Of which Christ came when he his Father's Grace Commended to us in his crimson Blood While he in Sinners stead and Nature stood Thus Adam's Race did bear this dainty Rose And doth the same to Adam's Race expose But those of Adam's Race which at it catch Adam's Race will them prick and claw and scratch XXXV Of the going down of the Sun What hast thou run thy Race Art going down Thou seemest angry why dost on us frown Yea wrap thy head with Clouds and hide thy face As threatning to withdraw from us thy Grace Oh leave us not When once thou hid'st thy head Our Horizon with darkness will be spread Tell 's who hath thee offended Turn again Alas too late Entreaties are in vain Comparison Our Gospel has had here a Summers day But in its Sun-shine we like Fools did play Or else fall out and with each other wrangle And did instead of work not much but jangle And if our Sun seems angry hides his face Shall it go down shall Night possess this place Let not the voice of night-Birds us afflict And of our mis-spent Summer us convict XXXVI Upon the Frog THe Frog by Nature is both damp and cold Her Mouth is large her Belly much will hold She sits somewhat ascending loves to be Croaking in Gardens tho unpleasantly Comparison The Hyppocrite is like unto this Frog As like as is the Puppy to the Dog He is of nature cold his Mouth is wide To prate and at true Goodness to deride He mounts his Head as if he was above The World when yet 't is that which has his Love And though he seeks in Churches for to croak He neither loveth Jesus nor his Yoak XXXVII Upon the whipping of a Top. 'T Is with the Whip the Boy sets up the Top The Whip makes it run round upon it's Toe The Whip makes it hither and thither hop 'T is with the Whip the Top is made to go Comparison Our Legalist is like unto this Top Without a Whip he doth not Duty do Let Moses whip him he will skip and hop Forbear to whip he 'l neither stand nor go XXXVIII Upon the Pismire MUst we unto the Pis-mire go to School To learn of her in Summer to provide For Winter next ensuing Man 's a Fool Or silly Ants would not be made his Guide But Sluggard is it not a shame for thee To be out-done by Pis-mires Prethee hear Their Works too will thy Condemnation be When at the Judgment Seat thou shalt appear But since thy God doth bid thee to her go Obey her ways consider and be wise The Piss-ants tell thee will what thou must do And set the way to Life before thine eyes XXXIX Upon the Beggar HE wants he asks he pleads his Poverty They within doors do him an Alms deny He doth repeat and aggravate his Grief But they repulse him give him no relief He begs they say be gone he will not hear But coughs sighs and make signs he still is there They disregard him he repeats his groans They still say nay and he himself bemoans The grow more rugged they call him Vagrant He cries the shriller trumpets out his want At last when they perceive he 'll take no Nay An Alms they give him without more delay Comparison This Beggar doth resemble them that