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

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 played the Traitor. Thy sin has fetched thee down: Leave off to boast; Nature thou hast defiled, 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 the most dreadful fate. But I retain my primitive condition, I've all, but what I lost by thy Ambition.

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 venomed thing, I know not what to call thee, The Dregs of Nature surely did befall thee; Thou wast made of the Dross, and Scum of all; Man hates thee, doth in scorn thee Spider call.

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 Virtues; therefore tho I fear thee, I will not, tho I might, despise and jeer thee. Thou sayest I am the very Dregs of Nature, Thy Sin's the spawn of Devils, 'tis no Creature. Thou sayest man hates me, 'cause I am a Spider, Poor man, thou at thy God art a Derider: