Some things are of that nature, as to make
One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache :
When Jacob saw his Rachel with the sheep,
He did at the same time both kiss and weep.
Whereas some say, A cloud is in his head;
That doth but shew his wisdom's covered
With it's own mantle. And to stir the mind
To a search after what it fain would find,
Things that seem to be hid in words obscure
Do but the godly mind the more allure
To study what those sayings should contain,
That speak to us in such a cloudy strain.
I also know a dark similitude
Will on the fancy more itself intrude,
And will stick faster in the heart and head,
Than things from similies not borrowed.
Wherefore, my Book, let no discouragement
Hinder thy travels. Behold! thou art sent
To friends, not foes; to friends that will give place
To thee, thy Pilgrims, and thy words embrace.
Besides, what my First Pilgrim left conceal'd, Thou, my brave Second Pilgrim, hast reveal'd; What Christian left lock'd up, and went his way, Sweet Christiana opens with her key.
But some love not the method of your first : Romance they count it; throw't away as dust. If I should meet with such, what should I say? Must I slight them as they slight me, or nay?
My Christiana, if with such thou meet,
By all means, in all loving wise, them greet;
Render them not reviling for revile;
But, if they frown, I pr'ythee on them smile :
Perhaps 'tis nature, or some ill report,
Has made them thus despise; or thus retort.
Some love no fish, some love no cheese, and some Love not their friends, nor their own house or home; Some start at pig, slight chicken, love not fowl, More than they love a cuckow, or an owl. Leave such, my Christiana, to their choice, And seek those who to find thee will rejoice: By no means strive, but, in most humble wise, Present thee to them in thy Pilgrim's guise.
Go then, my little Book, and shew to all That entertain, and bid thee Welcome shall, What thou shalt keep close shut up from the rest; And wish what thou shalt shew them, may be blest To them for good, may make them choose to be Pilgrims better by far than thee or me.
Go then, I say, tell all men who thou art; Say, I am Christiana; and my part
with my four sons, to tell you what It is for men to take a Pilgrim's lot.
Go, also, tell them who and what they be
That now do go on pilgrimage with thee;
Say, Here's my neighbour Mercy; she is one
That has long time with me a Pilgrim gone;
Come, see her in her virgin face, and learn
'Twixt idle ones and Pilgrims to discern.
Yea, let young damsels learn of her to prize
The World which is to come, in any wise.
When little tripping maidens follow God,
And leave old doting sinners to his rod,
'Tis like those days wherein the young ones cried,
Hosanna to whom old ones did deride.
Next tell them of old Honest, whom you found,
With his white hairs treading the Pilgrim's ground;
Yea, tell them how plain-hearted this man was,
How after his good Lord he bare his Cross.
Perhaps with some gray head this may prevail
With Christ to fall in love, and sin bewail.
Tell them also, how Master Fearing went
On pilgrimage, and how the time he spent
In solitariness, with fears and cries;
And how, at last, he won the joyful prize.
He was a good man, though much down in spirit ; He is a good man, and doth life inherit.
Tell them of Master Feeble-mind also, Who not before, but still behind would go. Shew them also, how he had like been slain, And how one Great-heart did his life regain. This man was true of heart, though weak in grace; One might true godliness read in his face.
Then tell them of Master Ready-to-halt,
A man with crutches, but much without fault.
Tell them how Master Feeble-mind and he
Did love, and in opinions much agree.
And let all know, though weakness was their chance,
Yet sometimes one could sing, the other dance.
Forget not Master Valiant-for-the-truth,
That man of courage, though a very youth:
Tell every one his spirit was so stout,
No man could ever make him face about;
And how Great-heart and he could not forbear,
But put down Doubting-castle, slay Despair!
Overlook not Master Despondency,
Nor Much-afraid his daughter, though they lie
Under such mantles, as may make them look
(With some) as if their God had them forsook.
They softly went, but sure; and, at the end,
Found that the Lord of Pilgrims was their friend.
When thou hast told the world of all these things,
Then turn about, my Book, and touch these strings;
Which, if but touched, will such music make,
They'll make a Cripple dance, a Giant quake.
Those riddles that lie couch'd within thy breast,
Freely propound, expound; and for the rest
Of thy mysterious lines, let them remain
For those whose nimble fancies shall them gain.
Now, may this LITTLE BOOK a blessing be
To those that love this LITTLE BOOK and me:
And may its buyer have no cause to say,
His money is but lost, or thrown away:
Yea, may this SECOND PILGRIM yield that fruit,
As may with each good Pilgrim's fancy suit:
And may it persuade some that go astray,
To turn their foot and heart to the right way,
Is the hearty prayer of the Author,
OME time since, to tell you my dream that I had of Christian the Pilgrim, and of his dangerous journey toward the Celestial Country, was pleasant to me, and profitable to you. I told you then also what I saw concerning his
Wife and Children, and how unwilling they were to go with him on Pilgrimage; insomuch that he was
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