>The gentleman's name that met him was Mr. Worldly Wiseman, he dwelt in the town of Carnal Policybravo Bunyan
why u mad tho
>>25498876you are like a little baby, watch this:>Yea but (quoth she) the perill of this place>I better wot then you, though now too late>To wish you backe returne with foule disgrace,>Yet wisedome warnes, whilest foot is in the gate,>To stay the steppe, ere forced to retrate.>This is the wandring wood, this Errours den,>A monster vile, whom God and man does hate:>Therefore I read beware. Fly fly (quoth then>The fearefull Dwarfe) this is no place for living men.>But full of fire and greedy hardiment,>The youthfull knight could not for ought be staide,>But forth unto the darksome hole he went,>And looked in: his glistring armor made>A litle glooming light, much like a shade,>By which he saw the ugly monster° plaine,>Halfe like a serpent horribly displaide,>But th'other halfe did womans shape retaine,>Most lothsom, filthie, foule, and full of vile disdaine.>And as she lay upon the durtie ground,>Her huge long taile her den all overspred,>Yet was in knots and many boughtes upwound,>Pointed with mortall sting. Of her there bred>A thousand yong ones, which she dayly fed,>Sucking upon her poisnous dugs, eachone>Of sundry shapes, yet all ill favored:>Soone as that uncouth light upon them shone,>Into her mouth they crept, and suddain all were gone. >Their dam upstart, out of her den effraide,>And rushed forth, hurling her hideous taile>About her cursed head, whose folds displaid>Were stretcht now forth at length without entraile.>She lookt about, and seeing one in mayle>Armed to point, sought backe to turne againe;>For light she hated as the deadly bale,>Ay wont in desert darknesse to remaine,>Where plain none might her see, nor she see any plaine
>>25498876read pilgrim's progress after having already read conference of the birds it sucks so fucking bad man
