The Pilgrims Progress
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creator: Bunyan, John
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full text: THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS, by JOHN BUNYAN Digitized by Cardinalis Etext Press, C.E.K. Posted to Wiretap in June 1993, as pilgrim.txt. This text is in the PUBLIC DOMAIN. THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS FROM THIS WORLD TO THAT WHICH IS TO COME DELIVERED UNDER THE SIMILITUDE OF A DREAM BY JOHN BUNYAN [Transcribed by C.E.K. from an uncopyrighted 1942 edition.] Contents THE AUTHORS APOLOGY FOR HIS BOOK THE PILGRIMS PROGRESS IN THE SIMILITUDE OF A DREAM THE CONCLUSION The Author's Apology 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. 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. 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. 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…