On the Cackling of a Hen

The hen, so soon as she an egg doth lay,
(Spreads the fame of her doing what she may.)

The hen, so soon as she an egg doth lay,
(Spreads the fame of her doing what she may.)
About the yard she cackling now doth go,
To tell what ’twas she at her nest did do.
Just thus it is with some professing men,
If they do ought that good is, like our hen
They can but cackle on’t where e’er they go,
What their right hand doth their left hand must know.

John Bunyan

Who Would True Valour See

Who Would True Valour See Who would true Valour seeLet him come hither; Who would true Valour seeLet him come hither;Who would true Valour seeLet him come hither;One here will Constant be,Come Wind, come Weather.There’s no Discouragement,Shall make him once Relent,His first avow’d Intent,To be a Pilgrim. Who so beset

Upon the Whipping of the Top

Upon the Whipping of the Top Tis with the whip the boy sets up the top,The whip makes it run round upon its toe; Tis with the whip the boy sets up the top,The whip makes it run round upon its toe;The whip makes it hither and thither hop:‘Tis with

Upon the Vine Tree

Upon the Vine Tree What is the vine, more than another tree?Nay most, than it, more tall, more comely be. What is the vine, more than another tree?Nay most, than it, more tall, more comely be.What workman thence will take a beam or pin,To make ought which may be delighted

Upon the Skilfull Player of an Instrument

Upon the Skilfull Player of an Instrument He that can play well on an instrument,Will take the ear, and captivate the mind He that can play well on an instrument,Will take the ear, and captivate the mindWith mirth or sadness; for that it is bentThereto, as music in it place

Upon the Sacraments

Upon the Sacraments Two sacraments I do believe there be,Baptism and the Supper of the Lord; Two sacraments I do believe there be,Baptism and the Supper of the Lord;Both mysteries divine, which do to me,By God’s appointment, benefit afford.But shall they be my God, or shall I haveOf them so

Upon the Pismire

Upon the Pismire Must we unto the pismire go to school,To learn of her in summer to provide Must we unto the pismire go to school,To learn of her in summer to provideFor winter next ensuing. Man’s a fool,Or silly ants would not be made his guide. But, sluggard, is

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