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THE

Holy War,

MADE BY

SHADDAI

UPON

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 Impoßior.

I have used Similitudes, Hof. xii. 10.

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IS Arange 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 themfelves unknown.
Of Stories I well know there's divers Sorts,
Some Foreign, fame. Domeftick; 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 Cause)
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 fuch Gravity cloath every Page,
That though their Frontispiece fays all is vain,
Yet to their Way Disciples they obtain.

But, Readers, I have fomewhat else to do,
Than with vain Stories thus to trouble you;
What here I fay Jome Men do know so well
They can with Tears of Joy the Story tell.

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

True Christians.

That

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

The Scriptures,

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

And Manfoul alfo 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 he betook herself unto her Arms,
Fought ber Emanuel, defpis'd bis 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.

I faw the Prince's armed Men come dorn
By Troops, by Thoufands, to befiege the Town
Ijaw the Captains, beard the Trumpets found,
And how his Forces cover'd all the Ground:
Yea, how they set themselves in Battle-ray,
1 fhail remember to my dying Day..

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

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

Her Counfels.

Her
Soul.

I heard

I heard the Stones fly whizzing by my Ears,
(What longer kept in Mind than got in Fears?)
I heard them fall, and farw what Work they made,
And how Old Mors, did cover with his Shade,
The Face of Manfoul, and I heard her cry,
Io worth the Day in dying I shall 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 Tenn
Would by thefe Battering-Rams be beaten down.
I faw the Fights, and heard the Captains fhout,
And in each Battle, farw 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 ftript of Hope,
faw the Captains march into the Town,
How there they fought, and did their Foes cut down.
I heard the Prince bid Boanerges go

Lufts.

Up to the Castle, 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 possest

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 beard her Prince call her his Heart's Delight.

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I faw him put upon her Chains of Gold,
And Rings and Bracelets, goodly to behold.

What shall I fay? I heard the Peoples Cries,
And jaw the Prince wipe Tears from Manfoul's Eyes.
I heard the Groans, and far the Joy of many:
Tell you of all I neither.will, nor can I,
But by what here I say, you well may fee
That Manfoul's matchless Wars no Fables bé.
Manfoul! the Defire of both Princes was,
One keep his Gain would t'other gain his Lefs ;
Diabolus would cry, The Town is mine,
Emanuel would plead a Right Divine
Unto his Manfoul; then to Blows they go,
And Manfoul cries, Thefe Wars will me undo!
Manfoul, ber Wars feem'd endless in her Eyes,
She's loft by one, becomes another's Prize;
And he again that loft her laft would swear,
Have her, I will, or her in Pieces tear.

Manfoul, it was the very Seat of War,
Wherefore her Troubles greater were by far,
Than only where the Noife of War is heard,
Or where the baking of a Sword is fear'd
Or only where Small Skirmishes are fought,
Or where the Fancy fighteth with a Thought.

She faw the Swords of Fighting Men made red,
And heard the Cries of thofe with them wounded.
Must not her Frights then be much more by far,
Than theirs that to fuch Doings Strangers are?
Or theirs that hear the Beating of a Drum,
But not made fly for Fear from House and Home?
Manfoul not only heard the Trumpet found,
But faw her Gallants gafping on the Ground;
Wherefore we muft not think that she could reft
With them whofe greatest Earneft is but Feft:
Or where the bluftering Threatning of great Wars
Do end in Parleys, or in wording fars.

Manfoul, her mighty Wars, they do pretend Her Weal, or Woe, and that World without End;

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