And to the poor her money gives;
Here ends sweet Isabella's story,
And may it be much to her glory.
[434].
Bunyan's "Comparison" for this poem runs thus:
Our Gospel has had here a Summers day;
But in its Sun-shine we, like Fools, did play,
Or else fall out, and with each other wrangle,
And did instead of work not much but jangle.
And if our Sun seems angry, hides his face,