IN

THE

HOLY WAR,

MADE BY

KING SHADDAI

UPON

DIABOLUS,

FOR THE REGAINING OF THE

METROPOLIS OF THE WORLD ;

OR,

THE LOSING AND TAKING AGAIN OF THE

TOWN OF MANSOUL.

WRITTEN BY JOHN BUNYAN,
Author of the PILGRIM'S PROGRESS, &C.

A NEW EDITION,

TO WHICH ARE SUBJOINED

NOTE S,

By Mr. SAMUEL ADAMS.

Embellished with COPPER PLATES.

LONDON:

PRINTED FOR THE PROPRIETORS; AND SOLD BY ALL
BOOKSELLERS IN TOWN AND COUNTRY.

JOHN BUNYAN's ADVERTISEMENT

TO THE READER.

SOME fay the PILGRIM'S PROGRESS is not mine,
Infinuating as if I would shine

In name and fame by the worth of another,
Like fome made rich by robbing of their brother:
Or that fo fond I am of being fire,

I'll father baftards, or, if need require,
I'll tell a lye in print to get applause:
I fcorn it; John fuch dirt-heap never was,
Since God converted him. Let this fuffice
To fhew why I my Pilgrim patronize.

It came from mine own heart, so to my head,
And thence into my finger's tickled;

Then to my pen, from whence immediately
On paper I did dribble it daintily.

Manner and matter too were all mine own,
Nor was it unto any mortal known,
Till I had done it. Nor did any then

My books, by wits, by tongues, or hand or pen
Add five words to it, or write half a line;
"Therefore, the whole, and every whit is mine.
Alfo for this, thine eye is now upon,

The matter in this manner came from none
But the fame heart, and head, fingers, and pen,
As did the others. Witnefs all good men:
For none in all the world, without a lye,
Can fay that this is mine, excepting I..
I write not this of any oftentation,
Nor 'caufe I feek of men their commendation;
I do it to keep them from fuch furmise,
As tempt them will my name to fcandalize:
Witness my name, if anagram'd to thee,
The letters make, Nu hony in a B.

JOHN BUNYAN.

Το THE READER.

IS ftrange to me, that they that love to tell
Things done of old, yea, and that do excel
Their equals in Hiftoriology,

Speak not of Manfoul's wars, but let them lie
Dead like old fables, or such worthless things
That to the reader no advantage brings :

When men, let them make what they will their own,
Till they know this, are to themselves unknown.
Of ftories I well know there's divers forts,
Some foreign, fome domeftic; and reports
Are thereof made, as fancy leads the writers;
(By books a man may guess at the Inditers.)
Some will again of that which never was,
Nor will be, feign (and that without a caufe)
Such matter, raife fuch mountains, tell fuch things
Of men, of laws, of countries, and of kings;
And in their story feem to be fo fage,
And with fuch gravity cloath every page,
That though their frontifpiece fays all is vain,
Yet to their way difciples they obtain.

But, readers, I have fomewhat else to do,
Than with vain ftories thus to trouble you;

What here I say some men do know fo well, True Chrifti They can with tears of joy the story tell.

ans.

The town of Manfoul is well known to many,
Nor are her troubles doubted of by any,
That are acquainted with those Histories
That Manfoul and her wars anatomize. (a)

The Scriptures.

Then lend thine ear to what I do relate
Touching the town of Manfoul, and her state;
How fhe was loft, took captive, made a flave;
And how against him fet, that should her fave;
Yea, how by hoftile ways the did oppose
Her Lord, and with his enemy did clofe:
For they are true, he that will them deny,
Muft needs the best of records vilify.
For my part, I myself was in the town,
Both when 'twas fet up, and when pulling down ;
I faw Diabolus in it's poffeffion,

And Manfoul alfo under his oppreffion.

Yea, I was there when the own'd him for lord,
And to him did submit with one accord.

When

(a) The quick'ning Spirit gives light and life through the word.

When Manfoul trampled upon things divine,
And wallowed in filth as doth a fwine:
When the betook herfelf unto her arms,

Fought her EMANUEL, and defpis'd his charms; His counfels.
Then I was there, and forely griev'd to fee
Diabolus and Manfoul fo agree.

Let no man, then, count me a fable-maker,
Nor make my name or credit a partaker
Of their derifion; what is here in view,
Of mine own knowledge I dare fay is true. (a)
I faw the Prince's armed men come down
By troops, by thoufands, to befiege the town;
I faw the captains, heard the trumpets found,
And how his forces cover'd all the ground:
Yea, how they set themselves in battle 'ray,
I fhall remember to my dying day.

I faw the colours waving in the wind,
And they within to mischief how combin'd
To ruin Mansoul, and to take away
Her Primum Mobile without delay.

Her foul.

I saw the mounts caft up against the town,
And how the flings were plac'd to beat it down,
I heard the ftones fly whizzing by my ears;
(What's longer kept in mind, than got in fears)
I heard them fall, and faw what work they made,
And how old Mors did cover with his fhade
The face of Manfoul, and I heard her cry,
Woe worth the day, " in dying I' fhall die!"
I faw the battering-rams, and how they play'd
To beat up Ear-gate; and I was afraid,
Not only Ear-gate, but the very town
Would by thofe battering-rams be beaten down..
I saw the fights, and heard the captains fhout,
And in each battle faw who fac'd about:
I faw who wounded were, and who were flain,
And who, when dead, would come to life again.
I heard the cries of thofe that wounded were
(While others fought like men bereft of fear);
And while the cry, Kill, kill, was in mine ears,
The gutters ran not fo with blood as tears.

Indeed the captains did not always fight,
But when they would moleft us day and night;
They cry, Up, fall on, let us take the town,
Keep us from fleeping, or from lying down.

Death.

Lufts

I was

(a) Here follows the bleffedness of experimental religion. -See Mr. TIMOTHY PRIESTLEY's New ExPOSITION of the BIBLE.