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Tea for W. Johnston, at the Golden-Ba
A St. Paul's Church-Yard.

THE

Pilgrim's Progrefs

FROM

This WORLD

TO

That which is to Come:

Delivered under the Similitude of a

DREAM:

Wherein is Difcover'd
The Manner of his Setting out,
His Dangerous JOURNEY,

AND

Safe ARRIVAL at the Defired Country.
By JOHN BUNYAN

The Nine and Twentieth Edition, with
Dditions of em Cuts.

I have used Similitudes, Hofea xii, 10.
Licenied and Entered according to Order.

LONDON

Printed by A. W. for W. Johnfton, at
the Golden-Ball, in St. Paul's-

Church-Yard. 1758.

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THEN at the firft I took my Pen in Hand
Thus for to write, I did not understand
That I at all fhould make a little Book

In fuch a Mode: Nay, I had undertook
To make another; which, when almoft done,
Before I was aware, I this begun ;

And thus it was: I writing of the Way
And Race of Saints in this our Gospel Day,
Fell fuddenly into an Allegory

About their Journey, and the Ways to Glory,
In more than Twenty Things which I fet down, 1
This done, I Twenty more had in my Crown;
And they again began to multiply,

Like Sparks that from the Coals of Fire do fly,
Nay then, thought I, if that you breed fo faft,"
I'll put you by yourselves, left you at last
Should prove ad Infinitum, and eat out
The Book that I already am about..
Well, fo I did, but yet I did not think
To fhew to all the World my Pen and Ink
In fuch a Mode; I only thought to make
I knew not what: Nor did I undertake
Thereby to please my Neighbours; no, not I
I did it my own felf to gratify.

Neither did I but vacant Seasons spend

In this my Scribble; nor did I intend
But to divert myfelf in doing this,

From worfer Thoughts which make me do amifs.
Thus I fet Pen to Paper with Delight,

nd quickly had my Thoughts in Black and Whit or having now my Method by the End, all as I pull'd, it came; and fo I penn'd

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down, until it came at laft to be or Length and Breadth the Bignefs which you Well, when I had thus put my Ends together, Han fhew'd them others, that I might fee whether dertThey would condemn them, or them juft fie;

And fome faid, Let them live; fome Let them die; ok some faid, John, Print it; Others faid, Not fo, oft dome faid, It might do good; Others fid, No.

Now I was in a Straight, and did not fee Way Which was the beft Thing to be done by me: Dat laft I thought, fince ye are thus divided, Print it will, and fo the Cafe decided. GFor thought I, fome I fee would have it done, I fet Though others in that Channel do not run ; Croco prove then who advised for the beft, Thus I thought fit to put it to the Teft. e do I farther thought, if now I did deny do thofe that would have it, thus to gratify; aft did not know but hinder them I might Of that which would to them be great Delight; or those which were not for its coming forth, faid to them, Offend ye I am loth: Inket fince your Brethren pleased with it be, ke orbear to judge, till you do further fee.

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If that you will not read it, let it alone, noome love the Meat, fome love to pick a Bone: ea, that I might them better moderate, did too with them thus expoftulate:

May I not write in fuch a Stile as this?
fuch a Method too, and yet not mifs

doly End, thy Good? Why may it not be done? ark Clouds bring Water, when the Bright bring none; ea, dark or bright, if they their Silver Drops aufe to defcend, the Earth, by yielding Crops,

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Give Praise to both, and parteth not at either,
But treafures up the Fruit they yield together;
Yea, fo commixes both, that in their Fruit
None can diftinguish this from that; they fuit
Her well when hungry: But if the be full,
She fpews out both, and makes their Bleffings null,
You fee the Ways the Fisherman doth take
To catch the Fish; what Engines he doth make
Behold! how he engageth all his Wits;

All his Snares, Lines, Angles, Hooks, and Nets:
Yet Fish there be, that neither Hooks nor Line,
Nor Snare, nor Net, nor Engine can make thine.

How does the Fowler feek to catch his Game By divers Means, all which we cannot name!" They must be grop'd for, and be tickl❜d too, Or they will not be catch'd whate'er you do. His Gun, his Nets, his Lime-twigs, Light, and Bell He creeps, he goes, he flands, yea, who can tell Of all his Poftures? Yet there's none of thefe Will make him Mafter of what Fowls he pleafe. Yea, he muft pite and whistle to catch this; Yet if he does fo, that Bird he will mifs. If that a Pearl may in a Toad's Head dwell, And may be found too in an Oyster-shell ; It Things that promife nothing do contain What better is than Gold; who will difdain, That have an Inkling of it, there to look, That they may find it? Now my little Book, (Tho' void of all thefe Paintings that may make It with this, or the other Man to take) Is not without thole Things that do excel What do in brave, but empty Notions dwell. Well, yet I am not fully fatisfy'd

That this your Book will stand, when foundly try'd

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