if you adjoin to these, will yet give farther demonstration to all,
of the glory and strength of the place. It had always a
sufficiency of provision within its walls; it had the best, most
wholesome, and excellent law that then was extant in the world.
There was not a rascal, rogue, or traitorous person then within its
walls; they were all true men, and fast joined together; and this,
you know, is a great matter. And to all these, it had always (so
long as it had the goodness to keep true to Shaddai the King) his
countenance, his protection, and it was his delight, etc.

Well, upon a time, there was one Diabolus, a mighty giant, made an
assault upon this famous town of Mansoul, to take it, and make it
his own habitation. This giant was king of the blacks, and a most
raving prince he was. We will, if you please, first discourse of
the origin of this Diabolus, and then of his taking of this famous
town of Mansoul.

This Diabolus is indeed a great and mighty prince, and yet both
poor and beggarly. As to his origin, he was at first one of the
servants of King Shaddai, made, and taken, and put by him into most
high and mighty place; yea, was put into such principalities as
belonged to the best of his territories and dominions. This
Diabolus was made 'son of the morning,' and a brave place he had of
it: it brought him much glory, and gave him much brightness, an
income that might have contented his Luciferian heart, had it not
been insatiable, and enlarged as hell itself.

Well, he seeing himself thus exalted to greatness and honour, and
raging in his mind for higher state and degree, what doth he but
begins to think with himself how he might be set up as lord over