<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419132" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Of The Boy and Butterfly</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold, how eager this our little boy<br>Is for a butterfly, as if all joy,<br>All profits, honours, yea, and lasting pleasures,<br>Were wrapped up in her, or the richest treasures <br>Found in her would be bundled up together,<br>When all her all is lighter than a feather.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He halloos, runs, and cries out, 'Here, boys, here!'<br>Nor doth he brambles or the nettles fear:<br>He stumbles at the molehills, up he gets,<br>And runs again, as one bereft of wits;<br>And all his labour and his large outcry<br>Is only for a silly butterfly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Comparison</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This little boy an emblem is of those<br>Whose hearts are wholly at the world's dispose.<br>The butterfly doth represent to me<br>The world's best things at best but fading be.<br>All are but painted nothings and false joys,<br>Like this poor butterfly to these our boys.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His running through nettles, thorns, and briers,<br>To gratify his boyish fond desires,<br>His tumbling over molehills to attain<br>His end, namely, his butterfly to gain,<br>Doth plainly show what hazards some men run<br>To get what will be lost as soon as won.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Bunyan">John Bunyan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419132" data-title="Of The Boy and Butterfly de John Bunyan" data-description="Behold, how eager this our little boy Is for a butterfly, as if all joy, All profits, honours, yea, and lasting pleasures, Were wrapped up in her, or the richest treasures Found in her would be bundled up together, When all her all is lighter tha..."></div> </div> </div>

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