hat ails this fly thus desperately to enter <br />A combat with the candle? Will she venture <br />To clash at light? Away, thou silly fly; <br />Thus doing thou wilt burn thy wings and die. <br />But 'tis a folly her advice to give, <br />She'll kill the candle, or she will not live. <br />Slap, says she, at it; then she makes retreat, <br />So wheels about, and doth her blows repeat. <br />Nor doth the candle let her quite escape, <br />But gives some little check unto the ape: <br />Throws up her heels it doth, so down she falls, <br />Where she lies sprawling, and for succour calls. <br />When she recovers, up she gets again, <br />And at the candle comes with might and main, <br />But now behold, the candle takes the fly, <br />And holds her, till she doth by burning die. <br /> <br />Comparison. <br /> <br />This candle is an emblem of that light <br />Our gospel gives in this our darksome night. <br />The fly a lively picture is of those <br />That hate and do this gospel light oppose. <br />At last the gospel doth become their snare, <br />Doth them with burning hands in pieces tear.<br /><br />John Bunyan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-the-flie-at-the-candle/
