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Copied from the 13th edition, 1692.

Copied from the 13th edition, 1692.

Copied from the edition of 1692.

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Mountains delectable they now ascend,
Where Shepherds he, which to them do commend
Alluring things, and things that cautious are,
Pilgrims are steddy kept by faith and feur.

Now, now look how the holy Pilgrims ride,
Clouds are their Chariots, Angels are their Guide:
Who would not here for him all Hazards run,
That thus provides for his when this World's done!

Copied from the eighth edition, 1682.
In the 13th, and many subsequent editions, this cut
was substituted by one representing the pilgrims in dis-
tress wading through the river; yet the above verse was
continued under it!!

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Copied from the ninth edition, 1683, in which this cut

The Pilgrims novo, to gratifie the Pesh,
Will seek its ease; but Oh! how they a fresh
Do thereby plunge themselves new grieces into
Who seek to please the Flesh, themselves undo.

first appeared.

Copied from the 13th edition, 1692.

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Behold here hor the slothful are a signo
Hung up, cause holy says they did decline
See here too how the Child doth play yo mar,

And weak grow strong, then Great-heart leads the Van.
This cut is not in the late Mr. Wilson's copy of the first
edition, but is in that of 1687. It is there placed imme-
diately after the party left the Interpreter's house, as if
to show the order in which they walked, but it evidently
belongs to the time when they passed the three victims to
idleness.

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THE AUTHOR'S APOLOGY

FOR HIS BOOK.

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When at the first I took my pen in hand,
Thus for to write, I did not understand
That I at all should make a little book
In such a mode: nay, I had undertook
To make another; which, when almost donc,
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 suddenly into an allegory
About their journey, and the way to glory,
In more than twenty things, which I set down;
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 so fast,
I'll put you by yourselves, lest you at last
Should prove ad infinitum, and eat out

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The book that I already am about.

Well, so I did; but yet I did not think
To show to all the world my pen and ink
In such a mode; I only thought to make
I knew not what; nor did I undertake
Thereby to please my neighbour; no, not I;
I did it mine own self to gratify.

Neither did I but vacant seasons spend
In this my scribble; nor did I intend
But to divert myself in doing this,
From worser thoughts which make me do amiss.

Thus I set pen to paper with delight,
And quickly had my thoughts on black and white.
For having now my method by the end,
Still as I pull'd it came; and so I penn'd
It down; until it came at last to be,
For length and breadth, the bigness which you sce.

Well, when I had thus put mine ends together, I show'd them others, that I might see whether They would condemn them, or them justify: And some said, Let them live; some, Let them die. Some said, John, print it; others said, Not so: Some said, It might do good; others said, No.

Now was I in a strait, and did not see Which was the best thing to be done by me:

At last I thought; since you are thus divided,
I print it will; and so the case decided.

For, thought I, some, I see, 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 further thought, if now I did deny
Those 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 said to them, Offend you I am loath ;
Yet since your brethren pleased with it be,
Forbear to judge, till you do further see.

If that thou wilt not read, let it alone ; Some love the meat, some love to pick the bone. Yea, that I might them better palliate,' I did too with them thus expostulate :

May I not write in such a style as this? In such a method too, and yet not miss My end—thy good? Why may it not be done ? Dark cloud3 bring waters, when the bright bring

none.

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Yea, dark or bright, if they their silver drops
Cause to descend, the earth, by yielding crops,
Gives praise to both, and carpeth not at either,
But treasures up the fruit they yield together :
Yea, so commixes both, that in her fruit
None can distinguish this from that; they suit
Her well when hungry: but if she be full,
She spews out both, and makes their blessings null.
You see the ways

the fisherman doth take
To catch the fish; what engines doth he make!
Behold! how he engageth all his wits;
Also his snares, lines, angles, hooks, and nets.
Yet fish there be, that neither hook nor line,
Nor snare, nor net, nor engine can make thine :
They must be grop'd for, and be tickled too,
Or they will not be catch'd, whate'er you do.

1 In the first eight editions published by Bunyan, the word ' palliate’ is used; but in the ninth (1684), and subsequently, it was altered to 'moderate.'-(ED.)

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