but the remembrance of that laſt thing that the Shepheards had ſhewed them, made their hand make, by means of which impediment, they could not look ſteddily through the Glaſs; The fruit of ſlaviſh fear. yet they thought they ſaw ſomthing like the Gate, and alſo ſome of the Glory of the place,
Thus by the Shepherds, Secrets are reveal' d, Which from all other men are kept concealed': Come to the Shepherds then, if you would ſee Things deep, things hid, and that myſterious be.
When they were about to depart, one of the Shepherds gave them a note of the way, Another of them, bid them beware of the flatterer, The third, bid them take heed that they ſleep not upon the Inchanted Ground, and the fourth, bid them God ſpeed. So I awoke from my Dream.
And I ſlept, and Dreamed again, and ſaw the ſame two Pilgrims going down the Mountains along the Highway towards the City. Now a little