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A book for boys and girls, or, Country rhymes for childrenA book for boys and girls, or, Country rhimes for children
A book for boys and girls, or, Country rhymes for children by J.B.A book for boys and girls, or, Country rhimes for children by J.B.
London: printed for N.P., 1686
Title page typeset from the transcription.
A BOOK FOR Boys and Girls, &c. › Poem 12: XII. Meditations upon the Candle.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
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 don't 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.
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.