Imustventure。Togobackisnothingbutdeath;togoforwardisfearofdeath，andlife—everlastingbeyondit。Iwillyetgoforward。SoMistrustandTimorousrandownthehill，andChristianwentonhisway。But，thinkingagainofwhathehadheardfromthemen，hefeltinhisbosomforhisroll，thathemightreadtherein，andbecomforted;buthefelt，andfounditnot。ThenwasChristianingreatdistress，andknewnotwhattodo;forhewantedthatwhichusedtorelievehim，andthatwhichshouldhavebeenhispassintotheCelestialCity。
Here，therefore，hebeguntobemuchperplexed，andknewnotwhattodo。Atlasthebethoughthimselfthathehadsleptinthearbourthatisonthesideofthehill;
and，fallingdownuponhisknees，heaskedGod’sforgivenessforthathisfoolishact，andthenwentbacktolookforhisroll。
Butallthewayhewentback，whocansufficientlysetforththesorrowofChristian’sheart？Sometimeshesighed，sometimeshewept，andoftentimeshechidhimselfforbeingsofoolishtofallasleepinthatplace，whichwaserectedonlyforalittlerefreshmentforhisweariness。Thus，therefore，hewentback，carefullylookingonthissideandonthat，allthewayashewent，ifhappilyhemightfindhisroll，thathadbeenhiscomfortsomanytimesinhisjourney。
Hewentthus，tillhecameagainwithinsightofthearbourwherehesatandslept;butthatsightrenewedhissorrowthemore，bybringingagain，evenafresh，hisevilofsleepingintohismind。