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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419169" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Upon The Lark and The Fowler</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou simple bird, what makes thou here to play?<br>Look, there's the fowler, pr'ythee come away.<br>Do'st not behold the net? Look there, 'tis spread,<br>Venture a little further, thou art dead.<br>Is there not room enough in all the field<br>For thee to play in, but thou needs must yield<br>To the deceitful glitt'ring of a glass,<br>Plac'd betwixt nets, to bring thy death to pass?<br>Bird, if thou art so much for dazzling light,<br>Look, there's the sun above thee; dart upright;<br>Thy nature is to soar up to the sky,<br>Why wilt thou come down to the nets and die?<br>Take no heed to the fowler's tempting call;<br>This whistle, he enchanteth birds withal.<br>Or if thou see'st a live bird in his net,<br>Believe she's there, 'cause hence she cannot get.<br>Look how he tempteth thee with is decoy,<br>That he may rob thee of thy life, thy joy.<br>Come, pr'ythee bird, I pr'ythee come away,<br>Why should this net thee take, when 'scape thou may?<br>Hadst thou not wings, or were thy feathers pull'd,<br>Or wast thou blind, or fast asleep wer't lull'd,<br>The case would somewhat alter, but for thee,<br>Thy eyes are ope, and thou hast wings to flee.<br>Remember that thy song is in thy rise,<br>Not in thy fall; earth's not thy paradise.<br>Keep up aloft, then, let thy circuits be<br>Above, where birds from fowler's nets are free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Comparison.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This fowler is an emblem of the devil,<br>His nets and whistle, figures of all evil.<br>His glass an emblem is of sinful pleasure,<br>And his decoy of who counts sin a treasure.<br>This simple lark's a shadow of a saint,<br>Under allurings, ready now to faint.<br>This admonisher a true teacher is,<br>Whose works to show the soul the snare and bliss,<br>And how it may this fowler's net escape,<br>And not commit upon itself this rape.</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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Look, there's the fowler, pr'ythee come away.
Do'st not behold the net? Look there, 'tis spread,
Venture a little further, thou art dead.
Is there not room enough in all the field
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