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.