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Let me add one word more. O man of God
1. I find not that I am denied the use
; but all that I may
2. I find that men as bigh as trees will write
3. I find that boly writ in many places
And now, before I do put up my pen,
This book it chalketh out before thine eyes
It shows, too, who set out for life amain.
This book will make a traveller of thee,
Art thou for something rare and profitable ?
This book is wrote in such a dialect,
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 i' th' 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? Or wouldst thou lose thyself and catch no harm, And find thyself again without a charm? Wouldst read thyself, and read thou know'st not what, And yet know whether thou art blest or not, By reading the same lines ? O then come hitner, And lay my book, thy head, and heart together.
As I walked through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place were was a Den, and laid me down in that place to sleep ; and as I slept, I dreamed a dream. I dreamed, and behold, I saw a man clothed with rags standing in a certain place, with his face from his own house, a book in his hand, and a great burden upon his back. (Isa. Ixiv. 6. Luke xiy. 33. Ps. xxxviii. 4.) I looked, and saw him open
Bedford jail, in which the author was a prisoner for the sake of Christ and the gospel. The figure is borrowed from Song iv. 8. He had used this allusion before in his Grace abounding. Addressing his children in the faith he says, “I now once again, as before from the top of Shenir and Hermon, so now from the Lion's Den, and from the mountain of the Leopards, look yet after you all, greatly longing to see your safe arrival into the desired haven."
b The author's mind was so suddenly and powerfully arrested and carried away by his subject, that he with great propriety represents the working of his imagination as a pleasing and instructive dream.
“And thus it was: I writing of the way
Like sparks that from the coals of fire do fly." We also learn from the Author's Life, that he had many dreams, which made impressions on his mind never to be forgotten, and which were probably connected in some way with that allegorical turn of mind which his writings show him to have possessed.