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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 58: LVIII. Of the Spouse of Christ.
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.
She's clothed with the Sun, crowned with twelve Stars, The spotted Moon her Footstool he hath made. The Dragon her assaults, fills her with Jars, Yet rests she under her Beloved's Shade.
She's clothed with the Sun, crown'd with twelve Stars, The spotted Moon her Footstool he hath made. The Dragon her assaults, fills her with Jarrs, Yet rests she under her Beloved's Shade.
But whence was she? what is her Pedigree? Was not her Father, a poor Amorite? What was her Mother, but as others be, A poor, a wretched and sinful Hittite!
Yea, as for her, the day that she was born, As loathsome, out of doors, they did her cast; Naked, and Filthy, Stinking, and forlorn: This was her Pedigree from first to last.
Nor was she pitied in this Estate; All let her lie polluted in her Blood: None her Condition did commiserate, Their was no Heart that sought to do her good.
Nor was she pittied in this Estate; All let her lie polluted in her Blood: None her Condition did commiserate, Their was no Heart that sought to do her good.