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Now as they were going along and talking, they espied a Boy feeding his Father’s Sheep. The Boy was in very mean Cloaths, but of a very fresh and well-favoured Countenance, and as he sate by himself he sung. Hark, said Mr Greatheart, to what the Shepherd’s boy saith. So they hearkened, and he said-
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When a man's cause is good, it will sufficiently plead for itself, yea, and for its master too.
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There was a castle called Doubting Castle, the owner whereof was Giant Despair.
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They came to the Delectable Mountains.
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Dark as pitch.
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He who bestows his goods upon the poor shall have as much again, and ten times more.
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Ch. IX : Apollyon
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There stood a man with his sword drawn, and his face all over with blood. Then said Mr. Great-Heart, Who art thou? The man made answer, saying, I am one whose name is Valiant-for-truth. I am a pilgrim, and am going to the Celestial City.
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Every fat must stand upon its own bottom.
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Our heart oft times wakes when we sleep, and God can speak to that, either by words, by proverbs, by signs and similitudes, as well as if one was awake.
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If we have not quiet in our minds, outward comfort will do no more for us than a golden slipper on a gouty foot.
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Words easy to be understood do often hit the mark; when high and learned ones do only pierce the air.
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Some things are of that nature as to make One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache.
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When you pray, rather let your heart be without words than your words without heart.
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Some said, 'John, print it;' others said, 'Not so.'Some said, 'It might do good;' others said, 'No.'
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My sword I give to him that shall succeed me in my pilgrimage, and my courage and skill to him that can get it.
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'The Shepherd Boy’s Song', in Part II, Ch. VI : The Valley of Humiliation; comparable to: 'I am not now in fortune's power: He that is down can fall no lower', Samuel Butler, Hudibras (1663), Part i, Canto iii, Line 877
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And so I pennedIt down, until at last it came to be,For length and breadth, the bigness which you see.
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I fought till my sword did cleave to my hand; and then they were joined together as if a sword grew out of my arm; and when the blood ran through my fingers, then I fought with most courage.
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The name of the slough was Despond.