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I am a Man, and in God's image made ; I have a soul shall neither die nor fade: God has possessed me with human reason; Speak not against me, lest thou speakest treason. For if I am the image my
Maker, Of slanders laid on me he is partaker.
I know thou art a creature far above me, Therefore ) shun, I fear, and also love thee. But though thy God hath made thee such a creature, Thou hast against Him often play'd the traitor. Thy sin has fetch'd thee down; leave off to boast; Nature thou hast defiled; God's image lost. Yea thou, thyself 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.
Thou venom'd thing, I know not what to call thee,
My venom's good for something, since God made it;
Thy pleasing follies work out thy damnation.
Thou ill-shap'd thing! there's an antipathy 'Twixt Man and Spiders, 't is in vain to lie; Stand off, I hate thee: if thou dost come nigh me, I'll crush thee with my foot: I do defy thee.
They are ill-shaped, who warped are by sin,
Come, I will teach thee wisdom, do but hear me, I was made for thy profit, do not fear me.
But if thy God thou wilt not hearkeu to, What can the Swallow, Ant, and Spider do? Yet I will speak, I can but be rejected : Sometimes great things, by small means are effected.
Hark, theu! though Man is noble by creation, He's lapsed now to such degeneration As not io grieve, so careless is he grown, Though he himself has sadly overthrown, Aud brought to bondage every earthly thing, Ev’n from the very Spider to the King : This we poor sensitives do feel and see; For subject to the curse you made us be. Tread not upon me, neither from me go: 'Tis Man which has brought all the world to woe.
The law of my creation bids me teach thee;
I will not for thy pride to God impeach thee.
spin, I weave, and all to let thee see,
Now since I shew thee all these mysteries,
Well, Well; I will no more be a derider; I did not look for such things from a spider.
Come, hold thy peace; what I have yet to say, If heeded, may help thee another day. Since I an ugly veu’mous creature be, There's some resemblance 'twixt vile Man and me.
My wild and heedless runnings are like those Whose ways to ruin do sheir souls expose. Day-light is not my time, I work i' th' night, To shew, they are like me, who hate the light. The Maid sweeps one web down, I make another, To shew how heedless ones convictions smother. My web is no defence at all to me; Nor will false hopes, at judgment, be to thee.
O Spider, I have heard thee, and do wonder, A Spider should thus lighten, and thus thunder!
Do but hold still, and I will let thee see,
One I set in the window, that I might
Gross webs, great store, I set in darksome places, To shew bow many sin with brazen faces,
Apother web I set aloft on high,
I hide myself when I for flies do wait,
O spider, thou delight'st me with thy skill; I prithee, spit this venom at me still.
SPIDER. I am a spider, yet I can possess The palace of a king, wbere happiness So much abounds. Nor, when I do go thither, Do they ask what, or whence I come, or whither I make my hasty travels; no, not they;
They let me pass, and I go on my way.
At pleasure I ascend the highest stories,
Here lords and ladies do come round about me, With grave
demeanour, nor do any flout me, For this my brave adventure, no, not they; They come, they go, but leave me there to stay. ;
Now, my reproacher, I do by all this Shew how thou may'st possess thyself in bliss : Thou art worse than a spider, bui take hold On Christ, the door, thou shalt not be contrould; By Ilim do thou the heavenly palace enter, None e'er will chide thee for thy brave adventure, Approach thou then unto the very throne, There speak thy mind : fear not, the day's thine own. Nor saint, nor angel, will thee stop or stay, But rather tumble blocks out of the way. My venom stops not me; let not thy vice Stop thee: possess thyself of Paradise.
Go on, I say, although thou be a sinner,
Sometimes I find the palace door up-lock’d.