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One may, I think, say, Both his laughs and cries,

May well be guess’d at by his wat’ry eyes.

Some things are of that nature, as to make

One’s fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache.

When Jacob saw his Rachel with the sheep,

He did at the same time both kiss and weep.

Whereas some say, A cloud is in his head,

That doth but show how wisdom’s covered

With its own mantles, and to stir the mind

To a search after what it fain would find.

Things that seem to he hid in words obscure,

Do but the godly mind the more allure

To study what those sayings should contain,

That speak to us in such a cloudy strain.

I also know a dark similitude

Will on the fancy more itself intrude,

And will stick faster in the heart and head,

Than things from similes not borrowed.

Wherefore, my book, let no discouragement

Hinder thy travels. Behold, thou art sent

To friends, not foes; to friends that will give place

To thee, thy Pilgrims, and thy words embrace.

Besides, what my first Pilgrim left conceal’d

Thou, my brave second Pilgrim, hast reveal’d;

What CHRISTIAN left lock’d up, and went his way,

Sweet CHRISTIANA opens with her key.‌5