He who would valiant be,
Let him come hither;
One here will constant be,
Come wind, come weather
Theres no discouragement
Shall make him once relent
His first avowd intent
To be a pilgrim.
Whoso beset him round
With dismal stories,
Do but themselves confound;
His strength the more is.
No lion can him fright,
Hell with a giant fight,
But he will have a right
To be a pilgrim.
Hobgoblin nor foul fiend
Can daunt his spirit;
He knows he at the end
Shall life inherit.
Then, fancies, fly away,
Hell not fear what men say;
Hell labour night and day
To be a pilgrim.
John Bunyan
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