THE

PILGRIM'S PROGRESS

FROM

THIS WORLD

то

That which is to Come;

Deliver'd under the Similitude of a

DREA M.

In THREE PART S.

Wherein is Discover'd,

PART I.
The Manner of his Setting out; his
dangerous JOURNEY, and fafc
ARRIVAL at the Defired Country
PART IL

The Manner of the Setting out of
Chriftian's Wife and Children;
their dangerous Journey and fafe
Arrival at the Defired Country.

PART III.

The feveral Difficulties and Dan-
gers he met with, and the many
Victories he obtained over the
World, the Flesh and the Devil:
Together with his happy Arrival
at the Cœleftial City, and the
Glory and Joy he found to his
Eternal Comfort.

By JOHN BUNYAN.

I have used Similitudes, Hofea xii. 10.

The THIRTIETH EDITION, with the Addition of New
COPPER-PLATE CUTS

LONDON:

41. K. 108. 1758.

Printed and Sold by all the Bookfellers.

[Price Bound Five Shillings.]

The Author's AROLOGY for his Book,

W

HEN 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 almost done,
Before I was aware, I this begun;

And thus it was: I writing of the way
And race of faints 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,
This done I twenty more had in my crown;
And they again began to multiply,

Like fparks that from the coals of fire do fly,
Nay then, thought I, if that you breed so fast,
I'll put you by yourselves, left you at last
Shoud prove ad infiritum, 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 feafons fpend
In this my fcribble; nor did I intend
But to divert myfeit in doing this,

From worle thoughts which make me do amifs.
Thus I fet pen to paper with delight,

And quickly had my thoughts in black and white.
For having now my method by the end,
Still as I pull'd, it came; and fo I penn'd

It down, until it came at laft to be

For length and breadth the bignefs which you fee.
Well, when I had thus put my ends together,
I fhew'd them others, that I might fee whether
They would condemn them, or them justify;
And fome faid, Let them live; fome, Let them die ;
Some faid. John, print it; Others faid, Not fo,
Some faid, It might do good? Others faid, No.
Now was I in a flraight, and did not fee
Which was the best thing to be done by me :
At last I thought, fince ye are thus divided,
I paint it will, and fo the cafe decided.

For thought I, fome I fee would have it done,
Though others in that channel do not run ;
To prove then who advised for the best,
Thus I thought fit to put it to the test.

I farther thought, if now I did deny
Thofe that would have it, thus to gratify;
I did not know but hinder them I might
Of that which would to them be great delight;
For those which were not for its coming forth,
I faid to them, Offend ye 1 am loth:
Yet fince your brethren pleafed with it be,
Forbear to judge, till you do further fee.

If that you will not read it, let it alone,
Some love the meat, fome love to pick a bone.
Yea, that I might them better moderate,
I did too with them thus expoftulate!

May I not write in fuch a ftile as this?
In fuch a method too, and yet not mifs,
My end, thy good? Why may it not be done?
Dark clouds bring water, when the bright bring none ;
Yea, dark or bright, if they their filver drops
Caufe to defcend, the earth, by yielding crops,
Gives praise to both, and parteth not at either,
But treasures up the fruit they yield together;
Yea, fo commixes both, that in their fruit
None can diftinguish this from that; they fuit
Her well with 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 fifh; what engines doth he make!
Behold! how he engageth all his wits;
Alfo his fnares, lines, angles, hooks, and nets:
Yet fif there be, that neither hooks nor line,
Nor fuare, nor net, nor engine can make thine:
They must be grop'd for, and be tickl'd too,
Or they will not be catch'd whate'er you do.

How does the fowler feek to catch his game
By divers means, all which one cannot name!
His gun, his nets, his lime-twigs, light, and bell,
He creeps, he goes, he fands, yea, who can tell
Of all his postures; Yet there's none of these
Will make his master of what fowl he please.
Yea, he must pipe and whistle to catch this;
Yet if he does fo, that bird he will miss.
If that a pearl may in a toad's head dwell
And may be found too in an oyster-fhell;
If things that promife nothing do contain
What better is than gold; who will disdain,

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