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John Bunyan (1628-1688).
Who would true valour see, Let him come hither; One here will constant be, Come wind, come weather; There 's no discouragement Shall make him once relent His first avowed 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, He'll 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 ; He'll not fear what men say ; He'll labour night and day To be a pilgrim.
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