Author's Apology For His Book Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BB CC DD EE FF GG HH II JJ KK GG LL MM NN LL EE OO GG PP EE QR CC SS GG NN TU EE VV NN MM CC WW OO NN XY KK ZA2 B2B2 NN C2C2 D2D2 E2E2 MM D2D2 F2F2 BB KK D2D2 NN PP B2B2 NN G2G2 H2H2 TI2 NN J2J2 K2K2 EE NN EE L2L2 NN M2N2 EE NN O2O2 P2P2 BB PN G2G2 Q2Q2 NN R2R2 E2E2 S2T2 NN OU2 NN V2V2 NN S2S2 NN DD L2W2 P2P2 U2X2 NN S2S2 EE Y2Y2 Z2| WHEN at the first I took my pen in hand | A |
| Thus for to write I did not understand | A |
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| That I at all should make a little book | B |
| In such a mode nay I had undertook | B |
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| To make another which when almost done | C |
| Before I was aware I this begun | C |
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| And thus it was I writing of the way | D |
| And race of saints in this our gospel day | D |
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| Fell suddenly into an allegory | E |
| About their journey and the way to glory | E |
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| In more than twenty things which I set down | F |
| This done I twenty more had in my crown | F |
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| And they again began to multiply | G |
| Like sparks that from the coals of fire do fly | G |
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| Nay then thought I if that you breed so fast | H |
| I'll put you by yourselves lest you at last | H |
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| Should prove ad infinitum I and eat out | I |
| The book that I already am about | I |
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| Well so I did but yet I did not think | J |
| To show to all the world my pen and ink | J |
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| In such a mode I only thought to make | K |
| I knew not what nor did I undertake | K |
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| Thereby to please my neighbor no not I | G |
| I did it my own self to gratify | G |
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| Neither did I but vacant seasons spend | L |
| In this my scribble nor did I intend | L |
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| But to divert myself in doing this | M |
| From worser thoughts which make me do amiss | M |
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| Thus I set pen to paper with delight | N |
| And quickly had my thoughts in black and white | N |
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| For having now my method by the end | L |
| Still as I pull'd it came and so I penned | L |
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| It down until it came at last to be | E |
| For length and breadth the bigness which you see | E |
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| Well when I had thus put mine ends together | O |
| I show'd them others that I might see whether | O |
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| They would condemn them or them justify | G |
| And some said let them live some let them die | G |
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| Some said John print it others said Not so | P |
| Some said It might do good others said No | P |
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| Now was I in a strait and did not see | E |
| Which was the best thing to be done by me | E |
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| At last I thought Since ye are thus divided | Q |
| I print it will and so the case decided | R |
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| For thought I some I see would have it done | C |
| Though others in that channel do not run | C |
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| To prove then who advised for the best | S |
| Thus I thought fit to put it to the test | S |
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| I further thought if now I did deny | G |
| Those that would have it thus to gratify | G |
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| I did not know but hinder them I might | N |
| Of that which would to them be great delight | N |
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| For those which were not for its coming forth | T |
| I said to them Offend you I am loath | U |
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| Yet since your brethren pleased with it be | E |
| Forbear to judge till you do further see | E |
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| If that thou wilt not read let it alone | V |
| Some love the meat some love to pick the bone | V |
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| Yea that I might them better palliate | N |
| I did too with them thus expostulate | N |
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| May I not write in such a style as this | M |
| In such a method too and yet not miss | M |
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| My end thy good Why may it not be done | C |
| Dark clouds bring waters when the bright bring none | C |
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| Yea dark or bright if they their silver drops | W |
| Cause to descend the earth by yielding crops | W |
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| Gives praise to both and carpeth not at either | O |
| But treasures up the fruit they yield together | O |
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| Yea so commixes both that in their fruit | N |
| None can distinguish this from that they suit | N |
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| Her well when hungry but if she be full | X |
| She spews out both and makes their blessing null | Y |
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| You see the ways the fisherman doth take | K |
| To catch the fish what engines doth he make | K |
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| Behold how he engageth all his wits | Z |
| Also his snares lines angles hooks and nets | A2 |
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| Yet fish there be that neither hook nor line | B2 |
| Nor snare nor net nor engine can make thine | B2 |
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| They must be groped for and be tickled too | N |
| Or they will not be catch'd whate'er you do | N |
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| How does the fowler seek to catch his game | C2 |
| By divers means all which one cannot name | C2 |
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| His guns his nets his lime twigs light and bell | D2 |
| He creeps he goes he stands yea who can tell | D2 |
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| Of all his postures yet there's none of these | E2 |
| Will make him master of what fowls he please | E2 |
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| Yea he must pipe and whistle to catch this | M |
| Yet if he does so that bird he will miss | M |
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| If that a pearl may in toad's head dwell | D2 |
| And may be found too in an oyster shell | D2 |
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| If things that promise nothing do contain | F2 |
| What better is than gold who will disdain | F2 |
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| That have an inkling to of it there to look | B |
| That they may find it Now my little book | B |
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| Though void of all these paintings that may make | K |
| It with this or the other man to take | K |
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| Is not without those things that do excel | D2 |
| What do in brave but empty notions dwell | D2 |
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| Well yet I am not fully satisfied | N |
| That this your book will stand when soundly tried | N |
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| Why what's the matter It is dark What though | P |
| But it is feigned What of that I trow | P |
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| Some men by feigned words as dark as mine | B2 |
| Make truth to spangle and its rays to shine | B2 |
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| But they want solidness Speak man thy mind | N |
| They drown the weak metaphors make us blind | N |
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| Solidity indeed becomes the pen | G2 |
| Of him that writeth things divine to men | G2 |
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| But must I needs want solidness because | H2 |
| By metaphors I speak Were not God's laws | H2 |
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| His gospel laws in olden time held forth | T |
| By types shadows and metaphors Yet loth | I2 |
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| Will any sober man be to find fault | N |
| With them lest he be found for to assault | N |
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| The highest wisdom No he rather stoops | J2 |
| And seeks to find out what by pins and loops | J2 |
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| By calves and sheep by heifers and by rams | K2 |
| By birds and herbs and by the blood of lambs | K2 |
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| God speaketh to him and happy is he | E |
| That finds the light and grace that in them be | E |
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| But not too forward therefore to conclude | N |
| That I want solidness that I am rude | N |
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| All things solid in show not solid be | E |
| All things in parable despise not we | E |
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| Lest things most hurtful lightly we receive | L2 |
| And things that good are of our souls bereave | L2 |
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| My dark and cloudy words they do but hold | N |
| The truth as cabinets inclose the gold | N |
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| The prophets used much by metaphors | M2 |
| To set forth truth yea who so considers | N2 |
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| Christ his apostles too shall plainly see | E |
| That truths to this day in such mantles be | E |
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| Am I afraid to say that holy writ | N |
| Which for its style and phrase puts down all wit | N |
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| Is everywhere so full of all these things | O2 |
| Dark figures allegories Yet there springs | O2 |
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| From that same book that lustre and those rays | P2 |
| Of light that turn our darkest nights to days | P2 |
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| Come let my carper to his life now look | B |
| And find there darker lines than in my book | B |
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| He findeth any yea and let him know | P |
| That in his best things there are worse lines too | N |
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| May we but stand before impartial men | G2 |
| To his poor one I durst adventure ten | G2 |
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| That they will take my meaning in these lines | Q2 |
| Far better than his lies in silver shrines | Q2 |
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| Come truth although in swaddling clothes I find | N |
| Informs the judgment rectifies the mind | N |
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| Pleases the understanding makes the will | R2 |
| Submit the memory too it doth fill | R2 |
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| With what doth our imagination please | E2 |
| Likewise it tends our troubles to appease | E2 |
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| Sound words I know Timothy is to use | S2 |
| And old wives' fables he is to refuse | T2 |
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| But yet grave Paul him nowhere doth forbid | N |
| The use of parables in which lay hid | N |
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| That gold those pearls and precious stones that were | O |
| Worth digging for and that with greatest care | U2 |
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| Let me add one word more O man of God | N |
| Art thou offended Dost thou wish I had | N |
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| Put forth my matter in another dress | V2 |
| Or that I had in things been more express | V2 |
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| Three things let me propound then I submit | N |
| To those that are my betters as is fit | N |
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| I find not that I am denied the use | S2 |
| Of this my method so I no abuse | S2 |
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| Put on the words things readers or be rude | N |
| In handling figure or similitude | N |
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| In application but all that I may | D |
| Seek the advance of truth this or that way | D |
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| Denied did I say Nay I have leave | L2 |
| Example too and that from them that have | W2 |
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| God better pleased by their words or ways | P2 |
| Than any man that breatheth now a days | P2 |
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| Thus to express my mind thus to declare | U2 |
| Things unto thee that excellentest are | X2 |
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| I find that men as high as trees will write | N |
| Dialogue wise yet no man doth them slight | N |
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| For writing so Indeed if they abuse | S2 |
| Truth cursed be they and the craft they use | S2 |
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| To that intent but yet let truth be free | E |
| To make her sallies upon thee and me | E |
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| Which way it pleases God for who knows how | Y2 |
| Better than he that taught us first to plough | Y2 |
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| To guide our minds and pens for | Z2 |
John Bunyan
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