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The Author's Apology for his Book  

The Author’s explanation for his book


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 done,
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.


When I first took up my pen

To write this, I did not understand

That I was going to make a little book

In this fashion;  I meant to make

A different one, but when it was almost done

I had started this one before I knew it.

This is how it happened: I was writing about

The ways and types of saints, on our gospel day,

When I suddenly started writing an allegory

About their journey and the way to glory

In more than twenty subjects I wrote of.

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
The book that I already am about.

Well, so I did; but yet I did not think
To shew 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 my own self to gratify.


Then I found I had twenty more in my head;

And then they began to breed,

Like sparks flying from a coal fire.

Then I thought, if you breed so fast

I’ll put you on your own, in case you eventually

Turn out to be endless, and use up

All of the book I am already writing.

That’s what I did; but I hadn’t planned

To show this writing to all the world;

I didn’t know what I was trying to write

And I didn’t do it to please anyone else;

I did this for my own amusement.


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 in black and white.


Nor did I spend wasted years

On this scribbling, and all I wanted

Was by filling my time with this

To avoid bad thoughts and wrongdoing.

So I was pleased to put pen to paper,

And quickly had my thoughts written out.

For, having now my method by the end,
Still as I pulled, it came; and so I penned
It down: until it came at last to be,
For length and breadth, the bigness which you see.

Well, when I had thus put mine ends together,
I shewed 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.


So I’d now got a good grasp of my plot,

And as I pulled at it, more came, and I wrote

It down, until at last it became, in length and breadth,

The size you see here.

Well, when I had finished it,

I showed it to others, to see whether

They would condemn or approve of it:

Some said, “Let it live” and others, “Let it die”;

Some said, “John, print it,” others said, “Don’t.”

Some said it could do good, others said it wouldn’t.

So I was in a quandary and didn’t know

What the best thing for me to do would be:

Finally I thought, since you’re split over it,

I’ll publish it and we’ll see what happens.


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, I thought, I can see some people want it done,

Though others disagree:

I thought the best way of proving who was right

Was to put it to the test.

Then I thought that if I didn’t provide it

For those who wanted it

I could be depriving them of a great pleasure.


For those which were not for its coming forth,
I said to them, Offend you I am loth,
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:--


To those who didn’t want it published,

I said, “I don’t want to offend you,

But since your brothers seem pleased with it,

Don’t judge until you’ve seen more.

If you don’t want to read it then don’t;

Some people like one thing, some another.”

Then to placate them further

I spoke to them like this:


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 clouds bring waters, when the bright bring none.
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.


“Can’t I write in this style?

Can’t I use these themes, and still achieve

What I want, which is your good?  Can’t it be done?

Dark clouds bring rain, when bright ones bring none.

But dark or bright, if their silver drops

Come down and cause the earth to bear crops,

We praise both and don’t complain about either,

We cherish the fruit they both brought.

They’re so mixed together that nobody

Can say which one made which fruit.

They are welcome when the earth is hungry

For water, but if she is full she spews out

Both, and neither do any good.


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 groped for, and be tickled too,
Or they will not be catch'd, whate'er you do.

How does the fowler seek to catch his game
By divers means! all which one cannot name:
His guns, his nets, his lime-twigs, light, and bell:
He creeps, he goes, he stands; yea, who can tell
Of all his postures? Yet there's none of these
Will make him master of what fowls he please.


You see the techniques a fisherman uses

To catch a fish; what gear does he use?

See how he uses all his brains

And traps, lines, hooks and nets;

But there are fish that neither hooks, lines,

Traps, nets or machines can get for you;

You must reach out by hand and tickle them

Or you’ll never catch them.

See how the bird hunter tries to get his game

With many methods!  You can’t name them all:

He has guns, nets, lime twigs, lights and bells,

He creeps, walks, waits, who knows

All his tricks?  But none of them

Will let him catch all types of birds.

Yea, he must pipe and whistle to catch this,
Yet, if he does so, that bird he will miss.

If that a pearl may in a toad's head dwell,
And may be found too in an oyster-shell;
If things that promise nothing do contain
What better is than gold; who will disdain,
That have an inkling of it, there to look,
That they may find it? Now, my little book,
(Though void of all these paintings that may make
It with this or the other man to take)
Is not without those things that do excel
What do in brave but empty notions dwell.


He must pipe and whistle to get this sort,

But if he does he may miss another.

Pearls can be found inside toads’ heads

As well as inside oyster shells.

If things that seem unpromising hold

Things better than gold, who will not,

If they know about it, have a look

To find it.  Now, my little book

(though it has no illustrations which might attract

This or that fellow into buying)

Doesn’t lack the good things

That can’t be found in bold but empty ideas.


'Well, yet I am not fully satisfied,
That this your book will stand, when soundly tried.'
Why, what's the matter? 'It is dark.' What though?
'But it is feigned.' What of that? I trow?
Some men, by feigned words, as dark as mine,
Make truth to spangle and its rays to shine.

'But they want solidness.' Speak, man, thy mind.
'They drown the weak; metaphors make us blind.'


“That’s all very well, but I’m not convinced

That your book will stand up, when fully examined.”

Why not?  “It’s dark.”  So what?

“It’s all made up.”  Again so what, I’d like to know.

Some men, with made up words, as dark as mine

Can polish up the truth and make it shine.

“But they want reality.”  Go on, speak your mind.

“The weak minded won’t understand, they can’t see through metaphors.”


Solidity, indeed, becomes the pen
Of him that writeth things divine to men;
But must I needs want solidness, because
By metaphors I speak? Were not God's laws,
His gospel laws, in olden times held forth
By types, shadows, and metaphors? Yet loth
Will any sober man be to find fault
With them, lest he be found for to assault
The highest wisdom. No, he rather stoops,
And seeks to find out what by pins and loops,
By calves and sheep, by heifers and by rams,
By birds and herbs, and by the blood of lambs,
God speaketh to him; and happy is he
That finds the light and grace that in them be.


Reality is indeed very suitable for the one

Who’s writing about the things of God;

But am I lacking in reality, because

I speak in metaphors?  Weren’t God’s laws,

The laws of the gospel, proclaimed in olden times

Through examples, hints and metaphors? But any

Sensible man wouldn’t fault them, in case

He is accused of arguing

With the highest wisdom.  No, he looks down

And tries to find out through pins and loops,

Calves and sheep, heifers and rams,

Birds and herbs and the blood of lambs

What God’s saying to him; and it’s a happy man

Who finds the light and grace they contain.


Be not too forward, therefore, to conclude
That I want solidness--that I am rude;
All things solid in show not solid be;
All things in parables despise not we;
Lest things most hurtful lightly we receive,
And things that good are, of our souls bereave.

My dark and cloudy words, they do but hold
The truth, as cabinets enclose the gold.

The prophets used much by metaphors
To set forth truth; yea, who so considers Christ,
his apostles too, shall plainly see,
That truths to this day in such mantles be.

Am I afraid to say, that holy writ,
Which for its style and phrase puts down all wit,
Is everywhere so full of all these things--
Dark figures, allegories? Yet there springs
From that same book that lustre, and those rays
Of light, that turn our darkest nights to days.


So don’t be too quick to decide

That I lack solidity, that I am unskilled;

Not all things that look solid are solid,

And we do not hate everything told in parables;

Otherwise we would come to harm without knowing it

And stop our souls getting many good things.

My dark and misty words hold

The truth, like a safe holds gold.

The prophets often used metaphors

To show the truth, and if you look at Christ

And his apostles you’ll see they did too,

And eternal truths were spoken in this way.

Should I not say that holy scripture,

Which for its style and language beats everything,

Is absolutely full of these things,

Obscure messages and allegories?   But from the same book

There springs the shining light, whose rays

Make daylight out of our darkest nights.


Come, let my carper to his life now look,
And find there darker lines than in my book
He findeth any; yea, and let him know,
That in his best things there are worse lines too.

May we but stand before impartial men,
To his poor one I dare adventure ten,
That they will take my meaning in these lines
Far better than his lies in silver shrines.
Come, truth, although in swaddling clouts, I find,
Informs the judgement, rectifies the mind;
Pleases the understanding, makes the will
Submit; the memory too it doth fill
With what doth our imaginations please;
Likewise it tends our troubles to appease.


Now, let my critic have a look at his own life,

And he’ll see there are darker things in it than any

In my book; yes, and let him see

That there are worse lines in his best things.

If we could be judged by impartial men

I’ll offer him odds of ten to one

That they will find more sense in my writing

Than all the lies he says in church.

Truth, although it may be new born, I find

Helps men to judge and improves the mind;

It is pleasing to reason, and makes the will

Behave; and it fills the memory

With things which please our fancy,

And it also soothes our troubles.

Sound words, I know, Timothy is to use,
And old wives' fables he is to refuse;
But yet grave Paul him nowhere did forbid
The use of parables; in which lay hid
That gold, those pearls, and precious stones that were
Worth digging for, and that with greatest care.

Let me add one word more. O man of God,
Art thou offended? Dost thou wish I had
Put forth my matter in another dress?
Or, that I had in things been more express?
Three things let me propound; then I submit
To those that are my betters, as is fit.


I know that Timothy was ordered to use sound words

And to refute the old wives’ tales;

But stern Paul nowhere told him

He couldn’t use parables, in which were hidden

The gold, pearls and gems which were

Worth digging for, and taking care over too.

Let me say one other thing.  You Godly man,

Are you offended?  Do you wish I had

Put my subject out in another form?

Or that I was more concise in my writing?

Let me put forward three points, then I leave the matter

To be discussed by my betters, as is proper.


1. I find not that I am denied the use
Of this my method, so I no abuse
Put on the words, things, readers; or be rude
In handling figure or similitude,
In application; but, all that I may,
Seek the advance of truth this or that way
Denied, did I say? Nay, I have leave
(Example too, and that from them that have
God better pleased, by their words or ways,
Than any man that breatheth now-a-days)
Thus to express my mind, thus to declare
Things unto thee that excellentest are.


I find that it is not against the law to use

These methods, so I’m doing no harm

To words, subjects or readers, or being rough

In my handling of character or description

When I do it; all I’m doing

Is trying to put out the truth in various ways.

Illegal did I say?  No, I have permission

(As well as examples, from people who have

Pleased God more, in their lives and words,

Than any man now alive)

To express myself like this and to show you

Things which are the very best.


2. I find that men (as high as trees) will write
Dialogue-wise; yet no man doth them slight
For writing so: indeed, if they abuse
Truth, cursed be they, and the craft they use
To that intent; but yet let truth be free
To make her sallies upon thee and me,
Which way it pleases God; for who knows how,
Better than he that taught us first to plough,
To guide our mind and pens for his design?
And he makes base things usher in divine.


I find that the loftiest men write

In dialogue, but nobody criticizes them

For doing so: of course, if they

Lie, then they should be cursed along with

Their technique; but let’s let the truth

Come to you and me

In whatever way it pleases God; who knows how

To use our pens and minds better

Than the one who taught us how to plough?

He can show divine things in the lowest settings.


3. I find that holy writ in many places
Hath semblance with this method, where the cases
Do call for one thing, to set forth another;
Use it I may, then, and yet nothing smother
Truth's golden beams: nay, by this method may
Make it cast forth its rays as light as day.
And now before I do put up my pen,
I'll shew the profit of my book, and then
Commit both thee and it unto that Hand
That pulls the strong down, and makes weak ones stand.

This book it chalketh out before thine eyes
The man that seeks the everlasting prize;
It shews you whence he comes, whither he goes;
What he leaves undone, also what he does;
It also shows you how he runs and runs,
Till he unto the gate of glory comes.


I find that holy writ, in many places,

Uses this method, where one thing

Is described as another;

So I can use it and nothing will put out

The light of Truth; in fact this method

Can make it shine even brighter.

And now, before I stop writing,

I’ll tell you what my book’s good for and then

Hand you and it over to the One

Who pulls the strong down and raises up the weak.

This book draws you a picture

Of the man who seeks eternal life;

It shows you where he’s from and where he goes;

What he omits to do and what he does;

And it will show you how he runs and runs

Until he reaches the gate of glory.


{9} It shows, too, who set out for life amain,
As if the lasting crown they would obtain;
Here also you may see the reason why
They lose their labour, and like fools do die.

This book will make a traveller of thee,
If by its counsel thou wilt ruled be;
It will direct thee to the Holy Land,
If thou wilt its directions understand:
Yea, it will make the slothful active be;
The blind also delightful things to see.

Art thou for something rare and profitable?
Wouldest thou see a truth within a fable?
Art thou forgetful? Wouldest thou remember
From New-Year's day to the last of December?


It also shows those who thought that by their lifestyle

They could win the same prize,

And you will see how their work counts for nothing,

And they die like fools.

This book will make you a traveller,

If you follow its advice;

It will direct you to the Holy Land,

If you understand its directions:

It will energize the lazy

And let the blind see wonderful things.

Do you want something rare and valuable?

Will you see truth in a story?

Are you forgetful?  Can you remember

The whole of the last year?


Then read my fancies; they will stick like burs,
And may be, to the helpless, comforters.

This book is writ in such a dialect
As may the minds of listless men affect:
It seems a novelty, and yet contains
Nothing but sound and honest gospel strains.
Wouldst thou divert thyself from melancholy?
Wouldst thou be pleasant, yet be far from folly?
Wouldst thou read riddles, and their explanation?
Or else be drowned in thy contemplation?
Dost thou love picking meat? Or wouldst thou see
A man in 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 knowest 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 together.


Then read my fantasies, they’ll stick with you

And may bring comfort to the despairing.

This book is written in a manner

Which will get into the minds of the downhearted:

It may seem something new, but it is based

On the sound honesty of the gospel.

Do you want to escape depression?

Do you want to have fun but not be stupid?

Would you read some riddles and their solutions?

Or drown yourself in thought?

Do you love to eat, or would you like to see

A man in the clouds who speaks to you?

Would you like a waking dream?

Would you like to laugh and cry together?

Would you like to lose yourself but come to no harm,

And find your way home without any magic?

Would you like to read yourself and of things you don’t know,

But know from it if you are

Blessed or not?  In that case come here,

And put my book, your head and your heart together.




In the Similitude of a Dream  

As I walked through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place where was a Den, and I laid me down in that place to sleep: and, as I slept, I dreamed a dream. I dreamed, and behold, I saw a man clothed with rags, standing in a certain place, with his face from his own house, a book in his hand, and a great burden upon his back. [Isa. 64:6; Luke 14:33; Ps. 38:4; Hab. 2:2; Acts 16:30,31] I looked, and saw him open the book, and read therein; and, as he read, he wept, and trembled; and, not being able longer to contain, he brake out with a lamentable cry, saying, "What shall I do?" [Acts 2:37]


As I walked through the wilderness of the world I came across a place where there was a cave, and I lay down there to sleep.  As I slept, I dreamed.  In my dream I saw a man dressed in rags with his face turned away from his own house, with a book in his hand and a great weight on his back.  I looked and saw him open the book and read.  As he read he wept and shook, and unable to contain himself any longer he cried out pitifully, “What shall I do?”


In this plight, therefore, he went home and refrained himself as long as he could, that his wife and children should not perceive his distress; but he could not be silent long, because that his trouble increased. Wherefore at length he brake his mind to his wife and children; and thus he began to talk to them: O my dear wife, said he, and you the children of my bowels, I, your dear friend, am in myself undone by reason of a burden that lieth hard upon me; moreover, I am for certain informed that this our city will be burned with fire from heaven; in which fearful overthrow, both myself, with thee my wife, and you my sweet babes, shall miserably come to ruin, except (the which yet I see not) some way of escape can be found, whereby we may be delivered. At this his relations were sore amazed; not for that they believed that what he had said to them was true, but because they thought that some frenzy distemper had got into his head; therefore, it drawing towards night, and they hoping that sleep might settle his brains, with all haste they got him to bed. But the night was as troublesome to him as the day; wherefore, instead of sleeping, he spent it in sighs and tears. So, when the morning was come, they would know how he did. He told them, Worse and worse: he also set to talking to them again; but they began to be hardened. They also thought to drive away his distemper by harsh and surly carriages to him; sometimes they would deride, sometimes they would chide, and sometimes they would quite neglect him. Wherefore he began to retire himself to his chamber, to pray for and pity them, and also to condole his own misery; he would also walk solitarily in the fields, sometimes reading, and sometimes praying: and thus for some days he spent his time.


In this distressed state he went home and kept himself under control as long as he could, so that his wife and children should not see his distress.  But he could not keep silent for long, as that made things worse.  So after a while he spoke his mind to his wife and children: “Oh dear wife,” he said, “ and you, my dear children, I, your dear friend, am absolutely beaten down by a burden I have to carry.  I have been told that our city will be burned by fire from Heaven, and in this terrible event we shall all be ruined unless we can find some way of escape, which I can’t think of at the moment.”  When he said this all his relatives were astonished, not because they believed him but because they thought he had gone mad.  As it was getting late, and they hoped some sleep might settle his mind, they quickly put him to bed.  But the night was just as bad for him as the day, and he spent it moaning and crying.  So when the morning came they asked him how he was, and he said, “Worse and worse.”  He also tried talking to them again, but they began to turn against him.  They thought they could drive away his madness by treating him roughly: sometimes they would mock him, sometimes tell him off and sometimes they would just ignore him.  So he began to keep to his bedroom, where he would pray for them and pity them, as well as try to ease his own misery.  He would also walk alone in the fields, reading or praying, and he spent his time this way for days on end.


Now, I saw, upon a time, when he was walking in the fields, that he was, as he was wont, reading in his book, and greatly distressed in his mind; and, as he read, he burst out, as he had done before, crying, "What shall I do to be saved?"


Now I saw a time when he was walking in the fields and as usual he was reading his book and was very upset; as he read he burst out crying, as he had done before, “What am I to do to be saved?”


I saw also that he looked this way and that way, as if he would run; yet he stood still, because, as I perceived, he could not tell which way to go. I looked then, and saw a man named Evangelist coming to him and asked, Wherefore dost thou cry? [Job 33:23]


I saw that he was looking about as if he wanted to run, but he did not run, as I could see he had no idea of where to go.  I looked and saw a man named Evangelist coming towards him who asked, “Why are you crying?”


He answered, Sir, I perceive by the book in my hand, that I am condemned to die, and after that to come to judgement [Heb. 9:27]; and I find that I am not willing to do the first [Job 16:21], nor able to do the second. [Ezek. 22:14]


He answered, “Sir, this book here tells me that I am going to die, and after that I will be judged; I don’t want to do the first and I can’t face the second.”


Then said Evangelist, Why not willing to die, since this life is attended with so many evils? The man answered, Because I fear that this burden is upon my back will sink me lower than the grave, and I shall fall into Tophet. [Isa. 30:33] And, Sir, if I be not fit to go to prison, I am not fit, I am sure, to go to judgement, and from thence to execution; and the thoughts of these things make me cry.


Evangelist said, “Why not die, as this life is so miserable?”  The man answered, “Because I fear that this weight I carry will drag me down further than the grave, and I will fall into hell.  And, sir, if I’m not ready to go to prison then I’m not ready for judgement and execution, and the thought of these things makes me cry.”


Then said Evangelist, If this be thy condition, why standest thou still? He answered, Because I know not whither to go. Then he gave him a parchment roll, and there was written within, Flee from the wrath to come. [Matt. 3.7]


Then  Evangelist said, “If this is the state you’re in, why are you standing still?”  He answered, “Because I do not know where to go.”  Then Evangelist gave him a parchment scroll, and written on it was, “Run from the anger that is coming.”


The man therefore read it, and looking upon Evangelist very carefully, said, Whither must I fly? Then said Evangelist, pointing with his finger over a very wide field, Do you see yonder wicket-gate? [Matt. 7:13,14] The man said, No. Then said the other, Do you see yonder shining light? [Ps. 119:105; 2 Pet. 1:19] He said, I think I do. Then said Evangelist, Keep that light in your eye, and go up directly thereto: so shalt thou see the gate; at which, when thou knockest, it shall be told thee what thou shalt do.


The man read this, and looking closely at the Evangelist he asked, “Where should I run to?”  Then the Evangelist, pointing over a very wide field, said, “Do you see that gate?”  The man said, “No.”  So the other said, “Do you see that shining light?”  He said, “I think so.”  “Then,” said the Evangelist, “keep your eye on it and walk straight up to it.  When you get there you’ll see the gate, and when you knock on it you’ll be told what to do.”


So I saw in my dream that the man began to run.

Now, he had not run far from his own door, but his wife and children, perceiving it, began to cry after him to return; but the man put his fingers in his ears, and ran on, crying, Life! life! eternal life! [Luke 14:26] So he looked not behind him, but fled towards the middle of the plain. [Gen. 19:17]


So in my dream I saw the man start to run.  He hadn’t run far from his own door when his wife and children spotted him and called after him to come back, but he stuck his fingers in his ears and ran on, shouting, “Life!  Life!  Eternal life!”  So he didn’t look behind but ran on to the middle of the plain.


The neighbours also came out to see him run [Jer. 20:10]; and, as he ran, some mocked, others threatened, and some cried after him to return; and, among those that did so, there were two that resolved to fetch him back by force. The name of the one was Obstinate and the name of the other Pliable. Now, by this time, the man was got a good distance from them; but, however, they were resolved to pursue him, which they did, and in a little time they overtook him. Then said the man, Neighbours, wherefore are ye come? They said, To persuade you to go back with us. But he said, That can by no means be; you dwell, said he, in the City of Destruction, the place also where I was born: I see it to be so; and, dying there, sooner or later, you will sink lower than the grave, into a place that burns with fire and brimstone: be content, good neighbours, and go along with me.


The neighbors also came out to see him running, and as he ran some mocked him, some threatened him and some called after him to come back; amongst the ones that did there were two who decided to get him back by force.  One was called Obstinate and the other Pliable.  By this time the man had got a fair distance away, but they decided to chase him and in a little while they caught up with him.  Then the man said, “Neighbors, why have you come?”  They answered, “To persuade you to come back with us.”  But he said, “I can’t: you live in the City of Destruction, where I was born.  I can see what will happen, and if you die there you will sink down lower than the grave into hell.  Be sensible, good neighbors, and come with me.”


OBST. What! said Obstinate, and leave our friends and our comforts behind us?


What! Go and leave all our friends and possessions?


CHR. Yes, said Christian, for that was his name, because that ALL which you shall forsake is not worthy to be compared with a little of that which I am seeking to enjoy [2 Cor. 4:18]; and, if you will go along with me, and hold it, you shall fare as I myself; for there, where I go, is enough and to spare. [Luke 15:17] Come away, and prove my words.


 Yes, said Christian (for that was his name), because everything you leave can’t compare with a tiny bit of what I will be given there, and if you come with me you’ll get the same as me, for where I’m going there’s plenty for everyone.  Come with me and see for yourselves.


OBST. What are the things you seek, since you leave all the world to find them?


What are the things you’re looking for, that you’ll give up the world to find?


CHR. I seek an inheritance incorruptible, undefiled, and that fadeth not away [1 Pet. 1:4], and it is laid up in heaven, and safe there [Heb. 11:16], to be bestowed, at the time appointed, on them that diligently seek it. Read it so, if you will, in my book.


I am looking for a property that cannot be damaged, that is undefiled and that will never disappear.  It is kept in heaven and is safe there, and it will be given at the proper time to those who look for it.  If you want you can read about it in my book.


OBST. Tush! said Obstinate, away with your book; will you go back with us or no?


Rot! Stuff your book, will you come back with us or not?


CHR. No, not I, said the other, because I have laid my hand to the plough. [Luke 9:62]


 I won’t, because I have chosen my course.


OBST. Come, then, neighbour Pliable, let us turn again, and go home without him; there is a company of these crazy-headed coxcombs, that, when they take a fancy by the end, are wiser in their own eyes than seven men that can render a reason. [Prov. 26:16]


Come on Pliable, let’s turn back and go home without him.  There are always madmen like these, and when they get an idea in their heads they think they’re wiser than seven ordinary sane men.


PLI. Then said Pliable, Don't revile; if what the good Christian says is true, the things he looks after are better than ours: my heart inclines to go with my neighbour.


Don’t mock him: if what good Christian says is true then he’s going to find something better than we have; my instinct is to go with him.


OBST. What! more fools still! Be ruled by me, and go back; who knows whither such a brain-sick fellow will lead you? Go back, go back, and be wise.


What!  Another idiot!  Do as I say and come back, who knows where this madman will lead you?  Be sensible and come home.


CHR. Nay, but do thou come with thy neighbour, Pliable; there are such things to be had which I spoke of, and many more glorious besides. If you believe not me, read here in this book; and for the truth of what is expressed therein, behold, all is confirmed by the blood of Him that made it. [Heb. 9:17-22; 13:20]


Come along with me, Pliable; there are all those things I spoke of and many more wonderful things besides.  If you don’t believe me, read about it in this book: the truth of all that’s said in there is sealed with the blood of the one who wrote it.
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