As I walked through the wilderness of this world
I lighted on a certain place
And I laid me down in that place to sleep
And as I slept I dreamed a dream

I dreamed I saw a man clothed with rags
Standing in a certain place
A book in his hand
And a great burden upon his back

Pilgrim's Progress - John Bunyan


Who would true valour see

Who would true valour see,
Let him come hither;
One here will constant be,
Come wind, come weather.
There's no discouragement
Shall make him once relent
His first avowed intent
To be a pilgrim.


Whoso beset him round
With dismal stories,
Do but themselves confound;
His strength the more is.
No lion can him fright,
He'll with a giant fight,
But he will have a right
To be a pilgrim.


Hobgoblin nor foul fiend
Can daunt his spirit:
He knows he at the end
Shall life inherit.
Then fancies fly away,
He'll fear not what men say,
He'll labour night and day
To be a pilgrim.


- John Bunyan