That they have met with hardships in the way, Yea tell them alfo of the next, who have Perhaps with heart and hand they will imbrace Thee, as they did my firstling, and will Grace Thee, and thy fellows with fuch chear and fair, As fhew will, they of Pilgrims lovers are. 1. Object. But how if they will not believe of me That I am truly thine, 'cause fome there be That Counterfeit the Pilgrim, and his name, Seek by disguise to seem the very fame. And by that means have wrought themselves into The Hands and Houses of I know not who. Anf. 'Tis true, fome have of late, to Counterfeit If after all, they still of you shall doubt, But yet, perhaps, I may enquire for him, Fright not thy felf my Book, for fuch Bugbears, Are nothing else but ground for groundless fears, My Pilgrims Book has travel'd Sea and Land, Yet could I never come to understand, That it was flighted, or turn'd out of Dior In Holland too, 'tis faid, as I am told, 'Tis in New-England under fuch advance, Receives there fo much loving Countenance, As to be Trim'd, new-Cloth'd,& deck't with Gems, That it may fhew its Features, and its Limbs, Yet more; fo comely doth my Pilgrim walk, That of him thousands daily Sing and talk. If you draw nearer home, it will appear My Pilgrim knows no ground, of shame, or fear; City, and Countrey will him Entertain, With welcome Pilgrim. Yea, they can't refrain From fmiling, if my Pilgrim be but by, Or fhews his head in any Company. Brave Galants do my Pilgrim hug and love, Esteem it much, yea value it above Things of a greater bulk, yea, with delight, Say my Larks leg is better then a Kite. Young Ladys, and young Gentle-women too, Do no fmall kindness to my Pilgrim shew; Their Cabinets, their Bofoms, and their Hearts My Pilgrim has, 'cause he to them imparts, His His pretty riddles in fuch wholfome straines The very Children that do walk the street, They that have never seen him, yet admire Yea, fome who did not love him at the first, But cal'd him Fool, and Noddy, fay they must Now they have feen & heard him, him commend, And to those whom they love, they do him fend. Wherefore my Second Part, thou needst not be Afraid to fhew thy Head: None can hurt thee, That wish but well to him, that went before, 'Caufe thou com'st after with a Second store, Of things as good, as rich as profitable, For Young, for Old, for Stag'ring and for stable. 3 Object. But fome there be that fay he laughs too loud; And fome do fay his Head is in a Cloud. Some fay, his Words and Storys are fo dark, They know not how, by them, to find his (mark. Answer. Answer. One may (I think) say both his laughs & cryes, May well be guest at by his watry Eyes. Some things are of that Nature as to make Ones fancie Checkle while his Heart doth ake, When Jacob faw his Rachel with the Sheep, He did at the fame time both kifs and weep. Whereas fome fay a Cloud is in his Head, Will on the Fancie more it felf intrude, Wherefore, my Book, let no difcouragement Befides. what my first Pilgrim left conceal'd, Thou my brave Second Pilgrim hast reveal'd What Chriftian left lock't up and went his way; Sweet Chriftiana opens with her Key. 4. Object. |