The Pilgrim's Progress John Bunyan
THE AUTHOR'S APOLOGY FOR HIS BOOKfable
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,
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In more than twenty things which I t down.
camelliaThis done, I twenty more had in my crown;
And they again began to multiply,kataklysm
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 yourlves, 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 plea my neighbour: no, not I;
I did it my own lf to gratify.
Neither did I but vacant asons spend
优点的英文In this my scribble; nor did I intend
But to divert mylf in doing this
From worr thoughts which make me do amiss.
Thus, I t 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 e.
Well, when I had thus put mine ends together,
I shewed them others, that I might e 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 e
omg是什么意思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 ca decided.
For, thought I, some, I e, would have it done, Though others in that channel do not run:
To prove, then, who advid for the best,
Thus I thought fit to put it to the test.
I further thought, if now I did deny
Tho 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 tho which were not for its coming forth,
I said to them, Offend you I am loath,
Yet, since your brethren plead with it be,
Forbear to judge till you do further e.
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: --
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?
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Dark clouds bring waters, when the bright bring none. Yea, dark or bright, if they their silver drops
Cau to descend, the earth, by yielding crops, Gives prai 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.
You e 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 ek 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 the
Will make him master of what fowls he plea. 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 promi 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 the paintings that may make It with this or the other man to take,)
Is not without tho things that do excel
What do in brave but empty notions dwell.
'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.'
Solidity, indeed, becomes the pen
Of him that writeth things divine to men;
But must I needs want solidness, becau
By metaphors I speak? Were not God's laws, His gospel laws, in olden times held forth
By types, shadows, and metaphors? Yet loath Will any sober man be to find fault
With them, lest he be found for to assault
英语四六级改革The highest wisdom. No, he rather stoops,
And eks 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.
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 despi 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 enclo the gold.
The prophets ud much by metaphors
To t forth truth; yea, who so considers Christ, his apostles too, shall plainly e,
That truths to this day in such mantles be.
Am I afraid to say, that holy writ,
Which for its style and phra puts down all wit, Is everywhere so full of all the things --
Dark figures, allegories? Yet there springs From that same book that lustre, and tho rays Of light, that turn our darkest nights to days.
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 wor lines too.
May we but stand before impartial men,
To his poor one I dare adventure ten,
That they will take my meaning in the lines
Far better than his lies in silver shrines.
Come, truth, although in swaddling clouts, I find, Informs the judgment, rectifies the mind;
Pleas the understanding, makes the will Submit; the memory too it doth fill
With what doth our imaginations plea;
Likewi it tends our troubles to appea.
Sound words, I know, Timothy is to u,
mentalillnessAnd old wives' fables he is to refu;
But yet grave Paul him nowhere did forbid
The u of parables; in which lay hid
That gold, tho 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 tho that are my betters, as is fit.
1. I find not that I am denied the u
Of this my method, so I no abu
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 plead, 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.
快速美白皮肤的方法2. I find that men (as high as trees) will write Dialogue-wi; yet no man doth them slight
For writing so: indeed, if they abu
Truth, curd be they, and the craft they u
To that intent; but yet let truth be free
To make her sallies upon thee and me,
Which way it pleas 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 ba things usher in divine.
