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Gives praife at both, and parteth not at either,
How does the Fowler feek to catch his Game
That this your Book wili stand, when foundly try'd.
Why, what's the matter? It is dark; what tho"?
Of him that writeth Things Divine to Men :
Is every where fo full of all thefe Things,
Come, let my Carper to his Life now look, And find there darker Lines than in my Book He findeth any; Yea and let him know That in his best Things there are worfe Lines too: May we but ftand before impartial Men, To his poor One, I dare adventure Ten, That they will take my Meaning in these Lines, Far better than his Lines in filver Shrines. Come, Truth, altho' in fwadling Clouts, I find, Informs the Judgment, rectifies the Mind; Pleafes the Understanding, makes the Will Submit, the Memory alfo it doth fill With that which doth our Imitations pleafe; Likewife it tends our Troubles to appease. Sound Words, I know, Timothy is to use, And Old Wives Fables he is to refufe: But yet grave Paul him no where did forbid The Ufe of Parables; in which lay hid That Gold, thofe Pearls, and precious Stones that were Worth digging for, and that with greatest Care.
Let me add one Word more. Ŏ Man of God, Art thou offended? Doft thou wifh I had Put forth my Matter in another Drefs? Or, that I had in Thoughts been more exprefs? To thofe that are my Betters (as it fit) Three Things let me propound, then I fubmit. 1. I find not that I am deny'd the Ufe Of this my Method, fo I none abufe. Put on my Words, Things, Readers, or be rude, In handling Figures or Similitude,
In Application; but all that I may,
2. I find that Men (as high as Trees) will write
3. I find that holy Things in many Places, Hath 'femblance with this Method, where the Places Do call for one Thing to fet forth another; Ufe it I may then, and nothing fmother Truth's golden Beams: Nay, by this Method ma Make it caft forth its Rays as bright as Day.
And now before I do put up my Pen, I'll fhew the Profit of my Book, and then Commit both thee and it unto that Hand That pulls the ftrorg down, and makes weak anes ftan This Book it chaiketh out before thine EyesThe Man that feeks the everlasting Prize: It fhews you whence he comes, whither he goes What he leaves undone, alfo what he does. It also fhews you how he runs, and runs, 'Till he unto the Gate of Glory comes, A 5
It fhews too, who fet out for Life amain, As if the lafting Crown they would obtain: Here alfo you may fee the Reason why They lofe their Labour, and like Fools do die. This Book will make a Traveller of thee, If by its Council 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 alfo delightful Things to fee.
Art thou for fomething rare and profitable; Wouldeft thou fee a Truth within a Fable? Art thou forgetful? Wouldeft thou remember "rom New-Year's Day to the laft of December? Then read my Fancies, they will ftick like Burrs, nd may be to the Helpless, Comforters, This Book is writ in fuch a Dialect,
s may the Minds of liftlefs Men affect: feems a Novelty, and yet contains othing but found and honeft Gospel strains. ould't thou divert thyfelf from Melancholy? ould't thou be pleasant, yet be far from Folly? ould't thou read Riddles, and their Explanation ? elfe be drowned in thy Contemplation?
ft thou love picking Meat? Or would'ft thou fee Man i'th Clouds, and hear him fpeak to thee? ould't thou be in a Dream, and yet not fleep?
would't thou in a Moment laugh and weep? would'st thou love thy felf and catch no Harm? find thy felf again, without a Charm? uld'ft read thy felf, and read thou knoweft not, t know whether thou hadft beft or not, cading the fame Lines? O then come hither, lay my Book, thy Head and Heart together. JOHN BUNYAN