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Fright not thyself, my book, for such bugbears

Are nothing else but ground for groundless fears.

My Pilgrim’s book has travell’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 trimm’d, new cloth’d, and deck’d with gems

That it may show its features and its limbs,

Yet more; so comely doth my Pilgrim walk,

That of him thousands daily sing and talk.‌3

If you draw nearer home, it will appear,

My Pilgrim knows no ground of shame or fear;

City and country will him entertain

With, Welcome Pilgrim; yea, they can’t refrain

From smiling, if my Pilgrim be but by,

Or shows 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 lark’s leg is better than a kite.

Young ladies, and young gentlewomen too,

Do no small kindness to my Pilgrim show.

Their cabinets, their bosoms, and their hearts,

My Pilgrim has, ‘cause he to them imparts

His pretty riddles in such wholesome 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 well, 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 stories which he knows so well.

Yea, some who did not love him at the first,

But called him fool and noddy, say they must,

Now they have seen and heard him, him commend

And to those whom they love, they do him send.‌4

Wherefore, my Second Part, thou need’st not be

Afraid to show 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 stagg’ring, and for stable.