Who would true Valour see <br />Let him come hither; <br />One here will Constant be, <br />Come Wind, come Weather. <br />There's no Discouragement, <br />Shall make him once Relent, <br />His first avow'd Intent, <br />To be a Pilgrim. <br /> <br />Who so beset him round, <br />With dismal Storys, <br />Do but themselves Confound; <br />His Strength the more is. <br />No Lyon can him fright, <br />He'l with a Gyant Fight, <br />But he will have a right, <br />To be a Pilgrim. <br /> <br />Hobgoblin, nor foul Fiend, <br />Can daunt his Spirit: <br />He knows, he at the end, <br />Shall Life Inherit. <br />Then Fancies fly away, <br />He'l fear not what men say, <br />He'l labour Night and Day, <br />To be a Pilgrim.<br /><br />John Bunyan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pilgrim-5/
