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.
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The Pilgrim's Progress from this world to that which is to come, delivered under the similitude of a dream by John Bunyan.
