John Bunyan

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.

As so I penned
It down, until at last it came to be,
For length and breadth, read more

As so I penned
It down, until at last it came to be,
For length and breadth, the bigness which you see.

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.

Every fat (vat) must stand upon its bottom.

Every fat (vat) must stand upon its bottom.

Some things are of that nature as to make
One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache.

Some things are of that nature as to make
One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache.