The Holy War

The Holy War

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Title: The Holy War
Author: John Bunyan
Release Date: January, 1996 [EBook #395] [This file was first posted on December 7,
1995] [Most recently updated: August 18, 2002]
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Transcribed from the 1907 Religious Tract Society edition by David Price, email
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THE HOLY WAR

TO THE READER.

'Tis strange to me, that they that love to tell Things done of old, yea, and that do excel
Their equals in historiology, Speak not of Mansoul's wars, but let them lie Dead, like old
fables, or such 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 themselves unknown. Of
stories, I well know, there's divers sorts, Some foreign, some domestic; 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, raise such mountains, tell such things Of men, of laws, of countries, and of
kings; And in their story seem to be so sage, And with such gravity clothe every page,
That though their frontispiece says all is vain, Yet to their way disciples they obtain. But,
readers, I have somewhat else to do, Than with vain stories thus to trouble you. What
here I say, some men do know so well, They can with tears and joy the story tell. The
town of Mansoul is well known to many, Nor are her troubles doubted of by any That are
acquainted with those Histories That Mansoul and her wars anatomize. Then lend thine
ear to what I do relate, Touching the town of Mansoul and her state: How she was lost,
took captive, made a slave: And how against him set, that should her save; Yea, how by
hostile ways she did oppose Her Lord, and with his enemy did close. For they are true: he
that will them deny Must needs the best of records vilify. For my part, I myself was in the
town, Both when 'twas set up, and when pulling down. I saw Diabolus in his possession,
And Mansoul also under his oppression. Yea, I was there when she own'd him for lord,
And to him did submit with one accord. When Mansoul trampled upon things divine,
And wallowed in filth as doth a swine; When she betook herself unto her arms, Fought
her Emmanuel, despis'd his charms; Then I was there, and did rejoice to see Diabolus and
Mansoul so agree. Let no men, then, count me a fable-maker, Nor make my name or
credit a partaker Of their derision: what is here in view, Of mine own knowledge, I dare
say is true. I saw the Prince's armed men come down By troops, by thousands, to besiege
the town; I saw the captains, heard the trumpets sound, And how his forces covered all
the ground. Yea, how they set themselves in battle-'ray, I shall remember to my dying
day. I saw the colours waving in the wind, And they within to mischief how combin'd To
ruin Mansoul, and to make away Her primum mobile without delay. I saw the mounts
cast up against the town, And how the slings were placed to beat it down: I heard the
stones fly whizzing by mine ears, (What longer kept in mind than got in fears?) I heard
them fall, and saw what work they made. And how old Mors did cover with his shade
The face of Mansoul; and I heard her cry, 'Woe worth the day, in dying I shall die!' I saw
the battering-rams, and how