THE Pilgrim's Progrefs FROM bris THIS WORLD то That which is to Come Deliver'd under the Simide of a DREAM: Wherein is Difcover'd The Manner of his Setting out, AND Safe ARRIVAL at the Defired Coun The Six and Twentieth Edition, bave ufed Similitudes, Hofea xii. 1 LONDON: rinted by A. W. for J. Clarke, at the WHEN at the first I took my Pen in Hand, That Thus for to write, I did not understand at all fhould make a little Book Ta fuch a Mode Nay, I had undertook And thus it About their Journey, and the Way to Glory, Like Sparks that from the Coals of Fire do fly. w to all the World my Pen and Ink "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, And quickly had my Thoughts in black and whi 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 fee. Well, when I had thus put my Ends together, Ifhew'd them others, that I might fee whether They would condemn them, or them juftifie: 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 I was in a Straight, and did not fee Which was the beft Thing to be done by me: At laft I thought, fince ye are thus divided, print 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 Teft. 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 thofe which were not for it's coming forth, faid to them, Offend you I am lath: 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 Stile as this? In fuch a Method too, and yet not miss My End, thy Good? why may it not be done? Dark Clouds bring Waters, when the bright bring none; Yea, dark or bright, if they their Silver Drops Caufe to defcend, the Earth, by yielding Crops, A 3 Gives |