The Sinner And The Spider Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A B A A A A A ACC A DDCCAA A EEAAFGDDHHCC A EEII A JJEEAAAACCCCBBKK A ELEE A MMAAEEEENNOPCCQQRREE SSEEEETTUUEEVVPPCCWW VV A AA A VVEEVVPPAAEE A AA A EEWWVVPPEEVVLLXXPPVV LLVVVV A YY A VVAAVVPPQQEEVVAAEEVV VVPPAAQQVVVVAAVVVVAA VVZZA

SinnerA
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What black what ugly crawling thing art thouB
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SpiderA
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I am a spiderA
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SinnerA
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A spider ay also a filthy creatureA
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SpiderA
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Not filthy as thyself in name or featureA
My name entailed is to my creationC
My features from the God of thy salvationC
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SinnerA
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I am a man and in God's image madeD
I have a soul shall neither die nor fadeD
God has possessed me with human reasonC
Speak not against me lest thou speakest treasonC
For if I am the image of my MakerA
Of slanders laid on me He is partakerA
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SpiderA
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I know thou art a creature far above meE
Therefore I shun I fear and also love theeE
But though thy God hath made thee such a creatureA
Thou hast against him often played the traitorA
Thy sin has fetched thee down leave off to boastF
Nature thou hast defiled God's image lostG
Yea thou thyself a very beast hast madeD
And art become like grass which soon doth fadeD
Thy soul thy reason yea thy spotless stateH
Sin has subjected to th' most dreadful fateH
But I retain my primitive conditionC
I've all but what I lost by thy ambitionC
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SinnerA
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Thou venomed thing I know not what to call theeE
The dregs of nature surely did befall theeE
Thou wast made of the dross and scum of allI
Man hates thee doth in scorn thee spider callI
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SpiderA
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My venom's good for something 'cause God made itJ
Thy sin hath spoiled thy nature doth degrade itJ
Of human virtues therefore though I fear theeE
I will not though I might despise and jeer theeE
Thou say'st I am the very dregs of natureA
Thy sin's the spawn of devils 'tis no creatureA
Thou say'st man hates me 'cause I am a spiderA
Poor man thou at thy God art a deriderA
My venom tendeth to my preservationC
Thy pleasing follies work out thy damnationC
Poor man I keep the rules of my creationC
Thy sin has cast thee headlong from thy stationC
I hurt nobody willingly but thouB
Art a self murderer thou know'st not howB
To do what good is no thou lovest evilK
Thou fliest God's law adherest to the devilK
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SinnerA
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Ill shaped creature there's antipathyE
'Twixt man and spiders 'tis in vain to lieL
I hate thee stand off if thou dost come nigh meE
I'll crush thee with my foot I do defy theeE
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SpiderA
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They are ill shaped who warped are by sinM
Antipathy in thee hath long time beenM
To God no marvel then if me his creatureA
Thou dost defy pretending name and featureA
But why stand off My presence shall not throng theeE
'Tis not my venom but thy sin doth wrong theeE
Come I will teach thee wisdom do but hear meE
I was made for thy profit do not fear meE
But if thy God thou wilt not hearken toN
What can the swallow ant or spider doN
Yet I will speak I can but be rejectedO
Sometimes great things by small means are effectedP
Hark then though man is noble by creationC
He's lapsed now to such degenerationC
Is so besotted and so careless grownQ
As not to grieve though he has overthrownQ
Himself and brought to bondage everythingR
Created from the spider to the kingR
This we poor sensitives do feel and seeE
For subject to the curse you made us beE
Tread not upon me neither from me goS
'Tis man which has brought all the world to woeS
The law of my creation bids me teach theeE
I will not for thy pride to God impeach theeE
I spin I weave and all to let thee seeE
Thy best performances but cobwebs beE
Thy glory now is brought to such an ebbT
It doth not much excel the spider's webT
My webs becoming snares and traps for fliesU
Do set the wiles of hell before thine eyesU
Their tangling nature is to let thee seeE
Thy sins too of a tangling nature beE
My den or hole for that 'tis bottomlessV
Doth of damnation show the lastingnessV
My lying quiet until the fly is catch'dP
Shows secretly hell hath thy ruin hatch'dP
In that I on her seize when she is takenC
I show who gathers whom God hath forsakenC
The fly lies buzzing in my web to tellW
Thee how the sinners roar and howl in hellW
Now since I show thee all these mysteriesV
How canst thou hate me or me scandalizeV
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SinnerA
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Well well I no more will be a deriderA
I did not look for such things from a spiderA
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SpiderA
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Come hold thy peace what I have yet to sayV
If heeded help thee may another dayV
Since I an ugly ven'mous creature beE
There is some semblance 'twixt vile man and meE
My wild and heedless runnings are like thoseV
Whose ways to ruin do their souls exposeV
Daylight is not my time I work in th' nightP
To show they are like me who hate the lightP
The maid sweeps one web down I make anotherA
To show how heedless ones convictions smotherA
My web is no defence at all to meE
Nor will false hopes at judgment be to theeE
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SinnerA
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O spider I have heard thee and do wonderA
A spider should thus lighten and thus thunderA
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SpiderA
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Do but hold still and I will let thee seeE
Yet in my ways more mysteries there beE
Shall not I do thee good if I thee tellW
I show to thee a four fold way to hellW
For since I set my web in sundry placesV
I show men go to hell in divers tracesV
One I set in the window that I mightP
Show some go down to hell with gospel lightP
One I set in a corner as you seeE
To show how some in secret snared beE
Gross webs great store I set in darksome placesV
To show how many sin with brazen facesV
Another web I set aloft on highL
To show there's some professing men must dieL
Thus in my ways God wisdom doth concealX
And by my ways that wisdom doth revealX
I hide myself when I for flies do waitP
So doth the devil when he lays his baitP
If I do fear the losing of my preyV
I stir me and more snares upon her layV
This way and that her wings and legs I tieL
That sure as she is catch'd so she must dieL
But if I see she's like to get awayV
Then with my venom I her journey stayV
All which my ways the devil imitatesV
To catch men 'cause he their salvation hatesV
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SinnerA
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O spider thou delight'st me with thy skillY
I pr'ythee spit this venom at me stillY
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SpiderA
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I am a spider yet I can possessV
The palace of a king where happinessV
So much abounds Nor when I do go thitherA
Do they ask what or whence I come or whitherA
I make my hasty travels no not theyV
They let me pass and I go on my wayV
I seize the palace do with hands take holdP
Of doors of locks or bolts yea I am boldP
When in to clamber up unto the throneQ
And to possess it as if 'twere mine ownQ
Nor is there any law forbidding meE
Here to abide or in this palace beE
Yea if I please I do the highest storiesV
Ascend there sit and so behold the gloriesV
Myself is compassed with as if I wereA
One of the chiefest courtiers that be thereA
Here lords and ladies do come round about meE
With grave demeanour nor do any flout meE
For this my brave adventure no not theyV
They come they go but leave me there to stayV
Now my reproacher I do by all thisV
Show how thou may'st possess thyself of blissV
Thou art worse than a spider but take holdP
On Christ the door thou shalt not be controll'dP
By him do thou the heavenly palace enterA
None chide thee will for this thy brave adventureA
Approach thou then unto the very throneQ
There speak thy mind fear not the day's thine ownQ
Nor saint nor angel will thee stop or stayV
But rather tumble blocks out of the wayV
My venom stops not me let not thy viceV
Stop thee possess thyself of paradiseV
Go on I say although thou be a sinnerA
Learn to be bold in faith of me a spinnerA
This is the way the glories to possessV
And to enjoy what no man can expressV
Sometimes I find the palace door uplock'dV
And so my entrance thither has upblock'dV
But am I daunted No I here and thereA
Do feel and search so if I anywhereA
At any chink or crevice find my wayV
I crowd I press for passage make no stayV
And so through difficulty I attainZ
The palace yea the throne where princes reignZ
I croA

John Bunyan



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Rebecca : Strikingly honest.
God speaks to us through simple beings.
I surrender to Him, by choice, with all my heart.
Thank you John.
 

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