The Pilgrim's Progress. John Bunyan
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Название: The Pilgrim's Progress

Автор: John Bunyan

Издательство: Ingram

Жанр: Зарубежная классика

Серия: Dover Thrift Editions

isbn: 9780486115054

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      Or they will not be catch’d, whate’er you do.

      How doth the Fowler seek to catch his Game

      By divers means, all which one cannot name?

      His Gun, 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.

      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 those 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.

      Well, yet I am not fully satisfied,

      That this your Book will stand, when soundly try’d.

      Why, what’s the matter? It is dark. What tho?

      But it is feigned: What of that I tro?

      Some men, by feigning words as dark as mine,

      Make truth to spangle, and its rays to shine.

      But they want solidness. Speak man thy mind.

      They drownd 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, because

      By Metaphors I speak? Were not God’s Laws,

      His Gospel-Laws, in olden time 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.

      Be not too forward therefore to conclude

      That I want solidness, that I am rude:

      All things solid in shew 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 inclose the Gold.

      The Prophets used much by Metaphors

      To set forth Truth; yea, whoso 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 Stile 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 turns 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 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 Judgment, rectifies the Mind,

      Pleases the Understanding, makes the Will

      Submit; the Memory too it doth fill

      With what doth our Imagination please;

      Likewise it tends our troubles to appease.

      Sound words I know Timothy is to use,

      And old Wives’ Fables he is to refuse;

      But yet grave Paul him nowhere doth 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.

      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,

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