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

by John Bunyan

I walk by the rule of my Master; you walk by the rude working of your fancies. You are counted thieves already, by the Lord of the way; therefore, I doubt you will not be found true men at the end of the way. You come in by yourselves, without his direction; and shall go out by yourselves, without his mercy.