A book for boys and girls, or, Country rhymes for childrenA book for boys and girls, or, Country rhimes for children

I think the wiser sort my Rhymes may slight But what care I! The foolish will delight To read them and the Foolish, God has chose. And doth by Foolish Things, their minds compose, And settle upon that which is Divine: Great Things, by little ones, are made to shine.

I think the wiser sort my Rhimes may slight But what care I! The foolish will delight To read them and the Foolish, God has chose. And doth by Foolish Things, their minds compose, And settle upon that which is Divine: Great Things, by little ones, are made to shine.

I could, were I so pleased, use higher Strains. And for Applause, on Tenters stretch my Brains, But what needs that? The Arrow out of Sight, Does not the Sleeper, nor the Watchman fright. To shoot too high doth but make Children gaze; 'Tis that which hits the man, doth him amaze.

I could, were I so pleas'd, use higher Strains. And for Applause, on Tenters stretch my Brains, But what needs that? The Arrow out of Sight, Does not the Sleeper, nor the Watchman fright. To shoot too high doth but make Children gaze; 'Tis that which hits the man, doth him amaze.

And for the Inconsiderableness Of things, by which I do my mind express; May I by them bring some good thing to pass, As Sampson, with the Jaw-bone of an Ass; Or as Brave Shamgar with his Ox's Goad, (Both things not manly, nor for War in Mode) I have my end, tho I my self expose To scorn; God will have Glory in the close.

And for the Inconsiderableness Of things, by which I do my mind express; May I by them bring some good thing to pass, As Sampson, with the Jaw-bone of an Ass; Or as Brave Shamgar with his Oxe's Goad, (Both things not manly, nor for War in Mode) I have my end, tho I my self expose To scorn; God will have Glory in the close.