. The pilgrim's progress from this world to that which is to come, delivered under the similitude of a dream . THE AUTHOR S APOLOGT FOR HIS BOOK. This book is writ in such a dialectAs may the minds of listless men affect:It seems a novelty, and yet containsN Nothing but sound and honest gospel-strains. ) \ Wouldst thou divert thyself from melan- l choly ? ( Wouldst thou be pleasant, yet be far from1 folly? Wouldst thou read riddles, and their ex-i planation ? ! Or else be drowned in thy contemplation ? Dost thou love picking meat ? Or wouldstthou see. ) A man i the clouds, and hear him speak t
. The pilgrim's progress from this world to that which is to come, delivered under the similitude of a dream . THE AUTHOR S APOLOGT FOR HIS BOOK. This book is writ in such a dialectAs may the minds of listless men affect:It seems a novelty, and yet containsN Nothing but sound and honest gospel-strains. ) \ Wouldst thou divert thyself from melan- l choly ? ( Wouldst thou be pleasant, yet be far from1 folly? Wouldst thou read riddles, and their ex-i planation ? ! Or else be drowned in thy contemplation ? Dost thou love picking meat ? Or wouldstthou see. ) A man i the clouds, and hear him speak to£ thee ? Wouldst thou be in a dream, and yet not/ sleep ? Or wouldst thou in a moment laugh and weep ?Wouldest thou lose thyself and catch no harm?And find thyself again without a charm ?Wouldst read thyself, and read thou knowst not what,And yet know whether thou art blest or not,By reading the same lines ? Oh, then come hither,And lay my book, thy head, and heart toge-ther. (A JOHN I walked through the wil- ftderness of this world, Ilighted on a certain place THE PILGRIMS DISTRESS. place, with Ms face from ^s °^ J looked) and saw torn (Acts U. 37.) t tome, ^d refrained to* In tHs pHgH thelff?;nt lis wife p^--V^nr1elf as long as lie could, xnd,u ^_lllg ^^a cimuren snould not erceive his distress ; Jg&Vae could not be silent long, becauseru^-t nia tTOulSftTlhcreased: wherefore at length he brake hismind to his wife and children; and thus he began to talk tothem : Omy dear wife, said he, and you, the children ofmy bowels, I, your dear friend, am in myself undone, byreason of a burden that lieth hard upon me ; moreover, I amfor certain informed, that this our city will be burned withfire from heaven; in which fearful overthrow, both myself,with thee my wife, and you my sweet babes, shall miserablycome to ruin ; except (the which yet I see not) some way ofescape can be found, whereby we may be delivered. At thishis relations were sore amazed; not for that they b
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