John Bunyan

And last, the crown of a' my grief.

And last, the crown of a' my grief.

Breathes there a man, whose judgment clear
Can others teach their course to steer,
Yet run himself read more

Breathes there a man, whose judgment clear
Can others teach their course to steer,
Yet run himself life's mad career
Wild as the wave?

The life blood streaming thro' my heart,
Or my more dear immortal part,
Is not more fondly read more

The life blood streaming thro' my heart,
Or my more dear immortal part,
Is not more fondly dear.

But pleasures are like poppies spread:
You seize the flower,--its bloom is shed.

But pleasures are like poppies spread:
You seize the flower,--its bloom is shed.

If you have sinned, do not lie down without repentance; for the want of repentance after one has sinned makes read more

If you have sinned, do not lie down without repentance; for the want of repentance after one has sinned makes the heart yet harder and harder