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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sinner and The Spider</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sinner.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What black, what ugly crawling thing art thou?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spider.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am a spider——————-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sinner.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A spider, ay, also a filthy creature.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spider.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not filthy as thyself in name or feature.<br>My name entailed is to my creation,<br>My features from the God of thy salvation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sinner.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am a man, and in God's image made,<br>I have a soul shall neither die nor fade,<br>God has possessed me with human reason,<br>Speak not against me lest thou speakest treason.<br>For if I am the image of my Maker,<br>Of slanders laid on me He is partaker.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spider.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know thou art a creature far above me,<br>Therefore I shun, I fear, and also love thee.<br>But though thy God hath made thee such a creature,<br>Thou hast against him often played the traitor.<br>Thy sin has fetched thee down: leave off to boast;<br>Nature thou hast defiled, God's image lost.<br>Yea, thou thyself a very beast hast made,<br>And art become like grass, which soon doth fade.<br>Thy soul, thy reason, yea, thy spotless state,<br>Sin has subjected to th' most dreadful fate.<br>But I retain my primitive condition,<br>I've all but what I lost by thy ambition.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sinner.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou venomed thing, I know not what to call thee,<br>The dregs of nature surely did befall thee,<br>Thou wast made of the dross and scum of all,<br>Man hates thee; doth, in scorn, thee spider call.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spider.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My venom's good for something, 'cause God made it,<br>Thy sin hath spoiled thy nature, doth degrade it.<br>Of human virtues, therefore, though I fear thee,<br>I will not, though I might, despise and jeer thee.<br>Thou say'st I am the very dregs of nature,<br>Thy sin's the spawn of devils, 'tis no creature.<br>Thou say'st man hates me 'cause I am a spider,<br>Poor man, thou at thy God art a derider;<br>My venom tendeth to my preservation,<br>Thy pleasing follies work out thy damnation.<br>Poor man, I keep the rules of my creation,<br>Thy sin has cast thee headlong from thy station.<br>I hurt nobody willingly, but thou<br>Art a self-murderer; thou know'st not how<br>To do what good is; no, thou lovest evil;<br>Thou fliest God's law, adherest to the devil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sinner.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ill-shaped creature, there's antipathy<br>'Twixt man and spiders, 'tis in vain to lie;<br>I hate thee, stand off, if thou dost come nigh me,<br>I'll crush thee with my foot; I do defy thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spider.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are ill-shaped, who warped are by sin,<br>Antipathy in thee hath long time been<br>To God; no marvel, then, if me, his creature,<br>Thou dost defy, pretending name and feature.<br>But why stand off? My presence shall not throng thee,<br>'Tis not my venom, but thy sin doth wrong thee.<br>Come, I will teach thee wisdom, do but hear me,<br>I was made for thy profit, do not fear me.<br>But if thy God thou wilt not hearken to,<br>What can the swallow, ant, or spider do?<br>Yet I will speak, I can but be rejected,<br>Sometimes great things by small means are effected.<br>Hark, then, though man is noble by creation,<br>He's lapsed now to such degeneration,<br>Is so besotted and so careless grown,<br>As not to grieve though he has overthrown<br>Himself, and brought to bondage everything<br>Created, from the spider to the king.<br>This we poor sensitives do feel and see;<br>For subject to the curse you made us be.<br>Tread not upon me, neither from me go;<br>'Tis man which has brought all the world to woe,<br>The law of my creation bids me teach thee;<br>I will not for thy pride to God impeach thee.<br>I spin, I weave, and all to let thee see,<br>Thy best performances but cobwebs be.<br>Thy glory now is brought to such an ebb,<br>It doth not much excel the spider's web;<br>My webs becoming snares and traps for flies,<br>Do set the wiles of hell before thine eyes;<br>Their tangling nature is to let thee see,<br>Thy sins too of a tangling nature be.<br>My den, or hole, for that 'tis bottomless,<br>Doth of damnation show the lastingness.<br>My lying quiet until the fly is catch'd,<br>Shows secretly hell hath thy ruin hatch'd.<br>In that I on her seize, when she is taken,<br>I show who gathers whom God hath forsaken.<br>The fly lies buzzing in my web to tell<br>Thee how the sinners roar and howl in hell.<br>Now, since I show thee all these mysteries,<br>How canst thou hate me, or me scandalize?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sinner.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, well; I no more will be a derider,<br>I did not look for such things from a spider.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spider.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, hold thy peace; what I have yet to say,<br>If heeded, help thee may another day.<br>Since I an ugly ven'mous creature be,<br>There is some semblance 'twixt vile man and me.<br>My wild and heedless runnings are like those<br>Whose ways to ruin do their souls expose.<br>Daylight is not my time, I work in th' night,<br>To show they are like me who hate the light.<br>The maid sweeps one web down, I make another,<br>To show how heedless ones convictions smother;<br>My web is no defence at all to me,<br>Nor will false hopes at judgment be to thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sinner.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O spider, I have heard thee, and do wonder<br>A spider should thus lighten and thus thunder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spider.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do but hold still, and I will let thee see<br>Yet in my ways more mysteries there be.<br>Shall not I do thee good, if I thee tell,<br>I show to thee a four-fold way to hell;<br>For, since I set my web in sundry places,<br>I show men go to hell in divers traces.<br>One I set in the window, that I might<br>Show some go down to hell with gospel light.<br>One I set in a corner, as you see,<br>To show how some in secret snared be.<br>Gross webs great store I set in darksome places,<br>To show how many sin with brazen faces;<br>Another web I set aloft on high,<br>To show there's some professing men must die.<br>Thus in my ways God wisdom doth conceal,<br>And by my ways that wisdom doth reveal.<br>I hide myself when I for flies do wait,<br>So doth the devil when he lays his bait;<br>If I do fear the losing of my prey,<br>I stir me, and more snares upon her lay:<br>This way and that her wings and legs I tie,<br>That, sure as she is catch'd, so she must die.<br>But if I see she's like to get away,<br>Then with my venom I her journey stay.<br>All which my ways the devil imitates<br>To catch men, 'cause he their salvation hates.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sinner.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O spider, thou delight'st me with thy skill!<br>I pr'ythee spit this venom at me still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spider.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am a spider, yet I can possess<br>The palace of a king, where happiness<br>So much abounds. Nor when I do go thither,<br>Do they ask what, or whence I come, or whither<br>I make my hasty travels; no, not they;<br>They let me pass, and I go on my way.<br>I seize the palace, do with hands take hold<br>Of doors, of locks, or bolts; yea, I am bold,<br>When in, to clamber up unto the throne,<br>And to possess it, as if 'twere mine own.<br>Nor is there any law forbidding me<br>Here to abide, or in this palace be.<br>Yea, if I please, I do the highest stories<br>Ascend, there sit, and so behold the glories<br>Myself is compassed with, as if I were<br>One of the chiefest courtiers that be there.<br>Here lords and ladies do come round about me,<br>With grave demeanour, nor do any flout me<br>For this, my brave adventure, no, not they;<br>They come, they go, but leave me there to stay.<br>Now, my reproacher, I do by all this<br>Show how thou may'st possess thyself of bliss:<br>Thou art worse than a spider, but take hold<br>On Christ the door, thou shalt not be controll'd.<br>By him do thou the heavenly palace enter;<br>None chide thee will for this thy brave adventure;<br>Approach thou then unto the very throne,<br>There speak thy mind, fear not, the day's thine own;<br>Nor saint, nor angel, will thee stop or stay,<br>But rather tumble blocks out of the way.<br>My venom stops not me; let not thy vice<br>Stop thee; possess thyself of paradise.<br>Go on, I say, although thou be a sinner,<br>Learn to be bold in faith, of me a spinner.<br>This is the way the glories to possess,<br>And to enjoy what no man can express.<br>Sometimes I find the palace door uplock'd,<br>And so my entrance thither has upblock'd.<br>But am I daunted? No, I here and there<br>Do feel and search; so if I anywhere,<br>At any chink or crevice, find my way,<br>I crowd, I press for passage, make no stay.<br>And so through difficulty I attain<br>The palace; yea, the throne where princes reign.<br>I crowd sometimes, as if I'd burst in sunder;<br>And art thou crushed with striving, do not wonder.<br>Some scarce get in, and yet indeed they enter;<br>Knock, for they nothing have, that nothing venture.<br>Nor will the King himself throw dirt on thee,<br>As thou hast cast reproaches upon me.<br>He will not hate thee, O thou foul backslider!<br>As thou didst me, because I am a spider.<br>Now, to conclude since I such doctrine bring,<br>Slight me no more, call me not ugly thing.<br>God wisdom hath unto the piss-ant given,<br>And spiders may teach men the way to heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sinner.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, my good spider, I my errors see,<br>I was a fool for railing upon thee.<br>Thy nature, venom, and thy fearful hue,<br>Both show that sinners are, and what they do.<br>Thy way and works do also darkly tell,<br>How some men go to heaven, and some to hell.<br>Thou art my monitor, I am a fool;<br>They learn may, that to spiders go to school.</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>
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What black, what ugly crawling thing art thou?

Spider.

I am a spider——————-

Sinner.

A spider, ay, also a filthy creature.

Spider.

Not filthy as thyself in name or feature.
My name entailed is to my creation,
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