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A book for boys and girls, or, Country rhimes for children by J.B.
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Bunyan, John, 1628-1688.
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Wing B5489; ESTC R26565
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Here had been Legs and Wings and Bones to pick. IV. Upon the Lord's Prayer OUr Father which in Heaven art Thy name be always hallowed Thy Kingdom come thy Will be done Thy Heav'nly path be followed By us on Earth as 't is with thee We humbly pray And let our Bread us given be From day to day Forgive our debts as we forgive Those that to us indebted are Into temptation lead us not But save us from the wicked's Snare The Kingdom 's thine the Power too We thee adore The Glory also shall be thine For evermore V Meditation upon Peep of day I Oft though it be peep of day do'nt know Whether 't is Night whether 't is Day or no. I fancy that I see a little light But cannot yet distinguish day from night I hope I doubt but steddy yet I be not I am not at a point the Sun I see not Thus 't is with such who Grace but now possest They know not yet if they are curst or blest VI. Upon the Flint in the Water This Flint time out of mind has there abode Where Chrystal Streams make their continual Road Yet it abides a Flint as much as 't were Before it touch'd the Water or came there It s hard obdurateness is not abated 'T is not at all by water penetrated Though water hath a softning vertue in 't This Stone it can't dissolve 'cause 't is a Flint Yea though it in the water doth remain It doth it's fiery nature still retain If you oppose it with it's Opposit At you yea in your face it's fire 't will spit Comparison This Flint an Emblem is of those that lye Like stones under the Word until they dye It 's Chrystal Streams hath not their nature changed They are not from their Lusts by Grace estranged VII Upon the Fish in the Water 1. The water is the Fishes Element Take her from thence none can her death prevent And some have said who have Transgressors been As good not be as to be kept from sin 2. The water is the Fishes Element Leave her but there and she is well content So 's he who in the path of Life doth plod Take all says he let me but have my God 3. The water is the Fishes Element â—er sportings there to her are excellent 〈◊〉 is God's Service unto Holy men They are not in their Element till then VIII Upon the Swallow THis pretty Bird oh how she flies and sings But could she do so if she had not Wings â—er Wings bespeak my Faith her Songs my Peace When I believe and sing my Doubtings cease IX Upon the Bee The Bee goes out and Honey home doth bring And some who seek that Hony find a sting â—ow wouldst thou have the Hony and be free â—om stinging in the first place kill the Bee Comparison This Bee an Emblem truly is of sin Whose Sweet unto a many death hath been â—ow would'st have Sweet from sin and yet not dye â—o thou it in the first place mortifie X. Upon the Creed I Do believe in God And in his only Son Born of a Woman yet begot Before the World begun I also do believe That he was crucifi'd Was dead and buried and yet Believe he never dy'd The Third day I believe He did rise from the dead Went up to Heav'n and is of God Of all things made the Head Also I do believe That he from thence shall come To judge the quick the dead and to Give unto all just Doom Moreover I believe In God the Holy Ghost And that there is an Holy Church An universal Host. Also I do believe That sin shall be forgiven And that the dead shall rise and that The Saints shall dwell in Heaven XI Upon a low'ring Morning Well with the day I see the Clouds appear And mix the light with darkness every where This threatning is to Travellers that go Long Journeys slabby Rain they 'l have or Snow Else while I gaze the Sun doth with his beams Belace the Clouds as 't were with bloody Streams This done they suddenly do watry grow And weep and pour their tears out where they go Comparison Thus 't is when Gospel-light doth usher in To us both sense of Grace and sense of Sin Yea when it makes sin red with Christ's blood Then we can weep till weeping does us good XII Upon over-much Niceness T Is much to see how over-Nice some are About the Body and Houshold Affair While what 's of worth they slightly pass it by Not doing or doing it slovenly Their house must be well furnisht be in print Mean while their Soul lies ley has no good in 't It s outside also they must beautifie When in it there 's scarce common Honesty Their Bodies they must have trick'd up and trim Their inside full of Filth up to the brim Upon their cloths there must not be a spot But is their lives more then one common Blot How nice how coy are some about their Diet That can their crying Souls with Hogs-meat quiet All drest must to an hair be else 't is naught While of the living bread they have no thought Thus for their Outside they are clean and nice While their poor Inside stinks with sin and vice XII Meditations upon the Candle MAn 's like a Candle in a Candlestick Made up of Tallow and a little Wick And as the Candle is when 't is not lighted So is he who is in his sins benighted Nor can a man his Soul with Grace inspire More then can Candles set themselves on fire Candles receive their light from what they are not Men Grace from him for whom at first they care not We manage Candles when they take the fire God men when he with Grace doth them inspire And biggest Candles give the better light As Grace on biggest Sinners shines most bright The Candle shines to make another see A Saint unto his Neighbour light should be The blinking Candle we do much despise Saints dim of light are high in no mans eyes Again though it may seem to some a Riddle We use to light our Candle at the middle True light doth at the Candles end appear And Grace the heart first reaches by the Ear. But 't is the Wick the fire doth kindle on As 't is the heart that Grace first works upon Thus both doth fasten upon what 's the main And so their Life and Vigour do maintain The Tallow makes the Wick yield to the fire And sinsul Flesh doth make the Soul desire That Grace may kindle on it in it burn So Evil makes the Soul from Evil turn But Candles in the wind are apt to flare And Christ'ans in a Tempest to despair The flame also with Smoak attended is And in our holy lives there 's much amiss Sometimes a Thief will candle-light annoy And lusts do seek our Graces to destroy What brackish is will make a Candle sputter T'wixt sin and Grace there 's oft a heavy clutter Sometimes
Joy Thou didst them out thy Paper pull The Boy goes from me eats his Plumbs Which he counts better of than Bread But by and by he to me comes With nought but Paper and the Thread Comparison This Boy an Emblem is of such Whose Lot in worldly things doth lie Glory they in them ne'er so much Their pleasant Springs will soon be dry Their Wealth their Health Honours and Life Will quickly to a period come If for these is their only Strife They soon will not be worth a Plumb XLVIII Upon a Looking-glass IN this see thou thy Beauty hast thou any Or thy defects should they be few or many Thou mayst too here thy Spots and Freckles see Hast thou but Eyes and what their Numbers be But art thou blind there is no Looking Glass Can shew thee thy defects thy Spots or Face Comparison Unto this Glass we may compare the Word For that to man advantage doth afford Has he a Mind to know himself and State To see what will be his Eternal Fate But without Eyes alas How can he see Many that seem to look here blind Men be This is the Reason they so often read Their Judgment there and do it nothing dread XLIX Upon a Lanthorn THe Lanthorn is to keep the Candle Light When it is windy and a darksome Night O dain'd it also was that men might see By Night their way and so in safety be Comparison Compare we now our Lanthorn to the man That has within his heart a Work of Grace As for another let him if he can Do as this Lanthorn in its time and place Profess the Faith and thou a Lanthorn art But yet if Grace has not possessed thee Thou want'st this Candle Light within thy heart And art none other than dark Lanthorns be L. Of the Love of Christ. THe love of Christ poor I may touch upon But 't is unsearchable Oh! There is none It 's large Dimensions can comprehend Should they dilate thereon World without end When we had sinned in his Zeal he sware That he upon his back our Sins would bear And since unto Sin is entailed Death He vowed for our Sins he 'd lose his Breath He did not only say vow or resolve But to Astonishment did so involve Himself in man's distress and misery As for and with him both to live and dye To his eternal Fame in Sacred Story We find that he did lay aside his Glory Step'd from the Throne of highest Dignity Become poor Man did in a Manger lie Yea was beholding unto his for Bread Had of his own not where to lay his Head Tho rich he did for us become thus poor That he might make us rich for evermore Nor was this but the least of what he did But the outside of what he suffered God made his Blessed Son under the Law Under the Curse which like the Lyon's Paw Did rent and tear his Soul for mankinds Sin More than if we for it in Hell had bin His Crys his Tears and Bloody Agony The nature of his Death doth testify Nor did he of Constraint himself thus give For Sin to death that man might with him live He did do what he did most willingly He sung and gave God Thanks that he must dye But do Kings use to dye for Captive Slaves Yet we were such when Jesus dy'd to save 's Yea when he made himself a Sacrifice It was that he might save his Enemies And tho he was provoked to retract His blest Resolves for such so good an Act By the abusive Carriages of those That did both him his Love and Grace oppose Yet he as unconcerned with such things Goes on determines to make Captives Kings Yea many of his Murderers he takes Into his Favour and them Princes makes LI. Of the Horse and Drum SOme Horses will some can't endure the Drum But snort and flounce if it doth near them come They will nor Bridle nor Rider obey But head strong be and fly out of the way These skittish Jades that can't this noise abide Nor will be rul'd by him that doth them ride I do compare those our Professors to Which start from Godliness in Tryals do To these the threats that are against them made Are like this Drum to this our starting Jade They are offended at them and forsake Christ of whose ways they did Profession make But as I said there other Horses be That from a Drum will neither start nor flee Let Drummers beat a Charge or what they will They 'l nose them facethem keep their places still They fly not when they to those rattlings come But like War-Horses do endure the Drum LII On the Kackling of a Hen. THe Hen so soon as she an Egg doth lay Spreads the Fame of her doing what she may About the Yard she kackling now doth go To tell what't was she at her Nest did do Just thus it is with some Professing men If they do ought that good is like our Hen They can't but kackle on 't where ' ere they go What their right hand doth their left hand must know LIII Upon an Hour-Glass THis Glass when made was by the Work-mans Skill The Sum of sixty minutes to fulfill Time more nor less by it will out be spun But just an Hour and then the Glass is run Man's Life we will compare unto this Glass The Number of his Months he cannot pass But when he has accomplished his day He like a Vapour vanisheth away LIV. Upon the Chalk-stone THis Stone is white yea warm and also soft Easie to work upon unless 't is naught It leaves a white Impression upon those Whom it doth touch be they it's Friends or Foes The Child of God is like to this Chalk-stone White in his Life easily wrought upon Warm in Affections apt to leave impress On whom he deals with of true Godliness He is no sulling Coal nor daubing Pitch Nor one of whom men catch the Scab or Itch But such who in the Law of God doth walk Tender of heart in Life whiter than Chalk LV. Upon a Stinking Breath DOth this proceed from an infected Air Or from man's common sweet and wholesome Fare It comes from a foul Stomack or what 's worse Ulcerous Lungs Teeth or a private Curse To this I some mens Notions do compare Who seem to breathe in none but Scripture Air. They suck it in but breathe it out again So putrified that it doth scarce retain Any thing of its native Excellence It only serves to fix the Pestilence Of their delusive Notions in the mind Of the next foolish Proselyte they find LVI Upon Death DEath 's a cold Comforter to Girls and Boys Who wedded are unto their Childish Toys More Grim he looks upon our lustful Youth Who against Knowledge â—light God's saving Truth But most of all he dismal is to those Who once profess'd the Truth they now oppose Death has a Dart a Sting which Poyson is As all will find who do of Glory