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HOLY-WAR By John Bunyan.

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DIABOLUS;

For the Regaining of the

Metropolis of the WORLD;

OR, THE LOSING

And Taking again of the Town

O F

MANSOUL.

By JOHN BUNYAN, Author of the
Pilgrim's Progress, ift and 2d Part.

Note, The 3d Part fuggefted to be his, is an Impoftor.

I have used Similitudes, Hof. xii. 10.

LONDON:

Printed for W. JOHNSTON, in Ludgate-fireet, 1759.

TO THE

REA DE R.

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18 frange to me, that they that love to tell. Things done of old, yea, and that do excell Their Equals in Hiftoriology,"

Speak not of Manfoul's Wars, but let them lie
Dead like old Fables, or fuch 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 Stories I well know there's divers Sorts,
Some Foreign, fome Domeflick 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 Sage,
And with fub Gravity claath every Page,
That though their Frontispiece fays all is vain,
Yet to their Way Disciples they obtain.

But, Readers, I have fome that elfe to do,
Than with vain Stories thus to trouble you,
What here I fay fome Men do know so well,
They can with Tears of Jay the Story tell.

True

Christians

The Town of Mantoul is well known to many, Nor are her Troubles doubted of by any

The

That are acquainted with thofe Hiftories,
That Manfoul and her Wars Anatomize.

The

Scriptures.

Then lend thine Ear to what I do relate
Fouching the Town of Man/bul, and her State,
How fhew was loft, took Captive, made a Slave;
And how against him fet, that should her fave.
Yea, bow by bofile Ways he did oppofe
Her Lord, and with his Enemy did close,
For they are true, he that will them deny,
Muft needs the beft of Records vilifie,
For my part I (myfelf was in the Town,
Both when 'twas set up, and when pulling down,
I faw Diabolus in its Poffeffion,

And Manfoul alfe under his Oppreffion.
Yea, I was there when she own'd him for Lord,
And to him did fubmit with one Accord.
When Manfoul trampled on Things Divine,
And wallowed in Filth as doth a Swine:
When fhe betook herself unto her Arms,
Fought ber Emanuel, defpis'd his Charms,
Then I was there, and grieved for 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.
Ifaw the Prince's armed Men come down
By Troops, by Thousands, to befiege the Town
I saw the Captains, heard the Trumpets found,
And hozo his Forces cover'd all the Ground:
Yea, how they fet themfelves in Battle-ray,
1 fhail remember to my dying Day:

Ifaw the Colours waving in the Wind,
And they within to Mischief how combin'd
To ruin Manfoul, and to make away
Her Primum Mobile without Delay.

I faw the Mounts caft up against the Town,
And how the Slings were placed to beat it down.

Her Counfels.

Her
Soul.

I heard

I beard the Stones fly whizzing by my Ears,
(What longer kept in Mind than got in Fear: ?)
I heard them fall, and faw what Work they made,
And how Old Mors, did cover with his Shade,
The Face of Manfoul, and I heard her
cry,
Woe worth the Day in dying I shall die.

I farw the Battering-Rams, and her 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 doren.
I faw the Fights, and heard the Captains fout,
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,
Kept us from fleeping, or from lying down.

Death.

I was there when the Gates were broken ope,
And faw how Manfoul then was fript of Hope.
I faw the Captains march into the Town,
How there they fought, and did their Foes cut down.
I heard the Prince bid Boanerges go

Up to the Caftle, and there feize his Foe,
And faw him and his Fellows bring him down
In Chains of great Contempt quite through the Town.
I faw Emanuel when he poffeft

His Town of Manfoul, and how greatly bleft
A Town, his gallant Town of Manfoul was,
When he receiv'd his Pardon, lov'd his Laws.
When the Diabolians were caught,

When try'd, and when to Execution brought,
Then I was there; yea, I was standing by
When Manfoul did the Rebels crucifie.
I alfo faw Manfoul clad all in white,

And heard her Prince call her his Heart's Delight.

Lufts.

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