To blend Inftruction with Delight,
Mankind the cafier to excite

To love the Things that are Divine,
Was BUNYAN's great and good

Defign.

THE

PILGRIM's PROGRESS,

FROM

This WORLD, to that which is to COME:

Delivered under the SIMILITUDE of a

DRE A M.

IN THREE PARTS.

WHEREIN ARE SET FORTH

The Manner of his fetting out; the feveral Dangers and
Difficulties he met with in his Journey; and the many
Victories he obtained over the World, the Flesh, and
the Devil; together with his happy arrival at the
Celestial City.

Printed for OSBORNE and GRIFFIN in St. Paul's Church-

yard; and J. MozLEY, Gainfbrough.

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THE

AUTHOR'S APOLOGY

FOR HIS

BOO K.

WHEN at the first I took my pen in hand,

This for to write, I did not understand

That I at all thould 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 began.

And thus it was: I writing of the way
And race of faints in this our gofpel day,
Fell fuddenly into an allegory

About their journey, and the way 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 fo faft,
I'll put you by yourselves, left you at laft
Should prove ad infinitum, 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
fuch a mode; I only thought to make
knew nor what, nor did I undertake
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Thiereby

Thereby to please my neighbour; 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 myfelf in doing this,

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

And quickly had iny 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 last to be,

For length and breadth, the bignefs which you see.

Well, when I had thus put my ends together,
I fhew'd them to 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 I was in a strait, and did not fee
Which was the best thing to be done by me ;
At laft I thought, fince ye are thus divided,
I print it will; and to the cafe decided.
For thought 1, fome I fee would have it done,
Though others in that channel do not run.
To prove then who advised for the bett,
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 gratif,
I did not know, but hinder them I might
Of that which would to them be great delight.
For thofe who were not for its coming forth,
I faid to them, Offend you I am loth;
Yet fince your brethren pleased with it be,
Forbear to judge, till you do further fee.
If that thou wilt not read, let it alone;
Some love the meat, fome love to pick the bone.
Yea, that I might them better moderate,
I did too with them thus expoftulate:

May I not write in fuch a file as this?

In fuch a method too, and yet not mifs

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 filver drops.
Caufe to defcend, the earth, by yielding crops,
Gives praife to both, and carpeth not at either,
But treasures up the fruit they yield together

Yea