The Pilgrim's Progress from this world to that which is to come, delivered under the similitude of a dream. John Bunyan

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With what doth our imaginations please;

       Likewise it tends our troubles to appease.

      Sound words, I know, Timothy is to use,

       And old wives' fables he is to refuse;

       But yet grave Paul him nowhere did forbid

       The use of parables; in which lay hid

       That gold, those pearls, and precious stones that were

       Worth digging for, and that with greatest care.

      Let me add one word more. O man of God,

       Art thou offended? Dost thou wish I had

       Put forth my matter in another dress?

       Or, that I had in things been more express?

       Three things let me propound; then I submit

       To those that are my betters, as is fit.

      {8} 1. I find not that I am denied the use

       Of this my method, so I no abuse

       Put on the words, things, readers; or be rude

       In handling figure or similitude,

       In application; but, all that I may,

       Seek the advance of truth this or that way

       Denied, did I say? Nay, I have leave

       (Example too, and that from them that have

       God better pleased, by their words or ways,

       Than any man that breatheth now-a-days)

       Thus to express my mind, thus to declare

       Things unto thee that excellentest are.

      2. I find that men (as high as trees) will write

       Dialogue-wise; yet no man doth them slight

       For writing so: indeed, if they abuse

       Truth, cursed be they, and the craft they use

       To that intent; but yet let truth be free

       To make her sallies upon thee and me,

       Which way it pleases God; for who knows how,

       Better than he that taught us first to plough,

       To guide our mind and pens for his design?

       And he makes base things usher in divine.

      3. I find that holy writ in many places

       Hath semblance with this method, where the cases

       Do call for one thing, to set forth another;

       Use it I may, then, and yet nothing smother

       Truth's golden beams: nay, by this method may

       Make it cast forth its rays as light as day.

       And now before I do put up my pen,

       I'll shew the profit of my book, and then

       Commit both thee and it unto that Hand

       That pulls the strong down, and makes weak ones stand.

      This book it chalketh out before thine eyes

       The man that seeks the everlasting prize;

       It shews you whence he comes, whither he goes;

       What he leaves undone, also what he does;

       It also shows you how he runs and runs,

       Till he unto the gate of glory comes.

      {9} It shows, too, who set out for life amain,

       As if the lasting crown they would obtain;

       Here also you may see the reason why

       They lose their labour, and like fools do die.

      This book will make a traveller of thee,

       If by its counsel thou wilt ruled be;

       It will direct thee to the Holy Land,

       If thou wilt its directions understand:

       Yea, it will make the slothful active be;

       The blind also delightful things to see.

      Art thou for something rare and profitable?

       Wouldest thou see a truth within a fable?

       Art thou forgetful? Wouldest thou remember

       From New-Year's day to the last of December?

       Then read my fancies; they will stick like burs,

       And may be, to the helpless, comforters.

      This book is writ in such a dialect

       As may the minds of listless men affect:

       It seems a novelty, and yet contains

       Nothing but sound and honest gospel strains.

       Wouldst thou divert thyself from melancholy?

       Wouldst thou be pleasant, yet be far from folly?

       Wouldst thou read riddles, and their explanation?

       Or else be drowned in thy contemplation?

       Dost thou love picking meat? Or wouldst thou see

       A man in the clouds, and hear him speak to thee?

       Wouldst thou be in a dream, and yet not sleep?

       Or wouldst thou in a moment laugh and weep?

       Wouldest thou lose thyself and catch no harm,

       And find thyself again without a charm?

       Wouldst read thyself, and read thou knowest not what,

       And yet know whether thou art blest or not,

      By reading the same lines? Oh, then come hither,

       And lay my book, thy head, and heart together.

      JOHN BUNYAN.

      THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS

      In the Similitude of a Dream

      {10} As I walked through the wilderness

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