That which is to come:
The Second Part.
Delivered under the Similitude of a
DREAM.
Wherein is set forth
The manner of the setting out of Christian's Wife and Children, their Dangerous JOURNEY,
Safe Arrival at the Desired Countrey.
I bave used Similitudes, Hos. 12. 10.
Licensed and Entred according to Order.
London, Printed for Nath. Ponder at the Peacock in the Poultry, near the Church, 1687.
Authors Way of Sending forth
Where my first Pilgrim has but shewn his Face, Call at their door: If any say, who's there? Then answer thou, Christiana is here.
If they bid thee come in, then enter thou
With all thy boys. And then, as thou know'st how,
Tell who they are, also from whence they came,
Perhaps they'l know them, by their looks, or name:
But if they should not, ask them yet again
If formerly they did not Entertain
One Christian a Pilgrim; If they say
They did: And was delighted in his way:
Then let them know that those related were
Unto him: Yea, his Wife and Children are.
Tell them that they have left their House and Home,
Are turned Pilgrims, seek a World to come:
That they have met with hardships in the way,
That they do meet with troubles night and day;
That they have trod on Serpents, fought with Devils,
Have also overcome a many evils.
Yea tell them also of the next, who have
Of love to Pilgrimage been stout and brave
Defenders of that way, and how they still
Refuse this World, to do their Fathers will.
Go, tell them also of those dainty things,
That Pilgrimage unto the Pilgrim brings,
Let them acquainted be, too, how they are
Beloved of their King, under his care;
What goodly Mansions for them he provides,
Tho they meet with rough Winds, and swelling Tides.
How brave a calm they will enjoy at last,
Who to their Lord, and by his ways hold fast.
Perhaps with heart and hand they will imbrace
Thee, as they did my firstling, and will Grace
Thee, and thy fellows with such chear and fair,
As shew will, they of Pilgrims lovers are.
But how if they will not believe of me
That I am truly thine, 'cause some there be
That Counterfeit the Pilgrim, and his name,
Seek by disguise to seem the very same.
And by that means have wrought themselves into
The Hands and Houses of I know not who.
'Tis true, some have of late, to Counterfeit
My Pilgrim, to their own, my Title set;
Yea others, half my Name and Title too;
Have stitched to their Book, to make them do;
But yet they by their Features do declare
Themselves not mine to be, whose ere they are.
If such thou meetst with, then thine only way
Before them all, is, to say out thy say,
In thine own native Language, which no man
Now useth, nor with ease dissemble can.
If after all, they still of you shall doubt,
Thinking that you like Gipsies go about,
In naughty-wise the Countrey to defile,
Or that you seek good People to beguile
With things unwarrantable: Send for me
And I will Testifie, you Pilgrims be;
Yea, I will Testifie that only you
My Pilgrims are; And that alone will do.
But yet, perhaps, I may enquire for him, Of those that wish him Damned life and limb, What shall I do, when I at such a door, For Pilgrims ask, and they shall rage the more?
Fright not thy self my Book, for such Bugbears
Are nothing else but ground for groundless fears,
My Pilgrims Book has travel'd Sea and Land,
Yet could I never come to understand,
That it was slighted, or turn'd out of Door
By any Kingdom, were they Rich or Poor.
In France and Flanders where men kill each other
My Pilgrim is esteem'd a Friend, a Brother.
In Holland too, 'tis said, as I am told,
My Pilgrim is with some, worth more than Gold.
Highlanders, and Wild-Irish can agree,
My Pilgrim should familiar with them be.
"Tis in New-England under such advance,
Receives there so much loving Countenance,
As to be Trim'd, new Cloth'd & deckt with Gems,
That it might shew its Features, and its Limbs,
Yet more; so comely doth my Pilgrim walk,
That of him thousands daily Sing and talk.
If you draw nearer home, it will appear
My Pilgrim knows no ground of shame, or fear;
City, and Countrey will him Entertain,
With welcome Pilgrim. Yea, they can't refrain
From smiling, if my Pilgrim be but by,
Or shews his head in any Company.
Brave Gallants do my Pilgrim hug and love,
Esteem it much, yea value it above
Things of a greater bulk, yea, with delight,
Say my Larks leg is better then a Kite.
Young Ladys, and young Gentle-women too,
Do no small kindness to my Pilgrim shew;
Their Cabinets, their Bosoms, and their Hearts
My Pilgrim has, 'cause he to them imparts
His pretty riddles in such wholsome strains
As yields them profit double to their pains
Of reading. Yea, I think I may be bold
To say some prize him far above their Gold.
The very Children that do walk the street,
If they do but my holy Pilgrim meet,
Salute him will, will wish him well and say,
He is the only Stripling of the Day.
They that have never seen him, yet admire
What they have heard of him, and much desire
To have his Company, and hear him tell
Those Pilgrim storyes which he knows so well.
Yea, some who did not love him at the first, But call'd him Fool, and Noddy, say they must Now they have seen & heard him, him commend, And to those whom they love, they do him send.
Wherefore my Second Part, thou needst not be Afraid to shew thy Head: None can hurt thee, That wish but well to him, that went before, 'Cause thou com'st after with a Second store, Of things as good, as rich, as profitable, For Young, for Old, for Stag'ring and for stable.
But some there be that say he laughs too loud;
And some do say his Head is in a Cloud.
Some say, his Words and Storys are so dark,
They know not how, by them, to find his mark.
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