A foul Fiend coming over the field to meet him; his name is Apollyon.

A man that could look no way but downwards, with a muckrake in his hand.

As I walked through the wilderness of this world.

Down into the valley of Humiliation.

Hanging is too good for him, said Mr Cruelty.

He that is down needs fear no fall,

He that is down, needs fear no fall, He that is low, no pride.

I am going to my Fathers, and tho’ with great difficulty I am got hither, yet now I do not repent me of all the trouble I have been at to arrive where I am. My sword, I give to him that shall succeed me in my pilgrimage, and my courage and skill to him that can get it. My marks and scars I carry with me, to be a witness for me, that I have fought his battles, who will now be my rewarder.

It beareth the name of Vanity-Fair, because the town where ‘tis kept, is lighter than vanity.

Mr Valiant-for-Truth