The Pilgrim's Progress: X. Giant Despair

Narrator: But he that over-rules all things so wrought it about that Christian for that time escaped his tormentors, and went on his way; and that night being weary, lay down to sleep. Now there was not far from the place where he lay, a castle, called Doubting Castle, the owner whereof was Giant Despair.

And this same Giant in the morning early, walking up and down in his fields, caught Christian asleep in his grounds. He trounced him along to Doubting Castle, to his dungeon, dark and stinking.

Christian: What a fool am I thus to lie in a stinking dungeon, when I may as well walk at liberty! I have a key in my bosom, called Promise, that will, I am persuaded, open any lock in Doubting Castle. I perceive God is with me, though in this dark and dismal state [Job 9: 11]; He hath turned the shadow of death into the morning. [Amos 5: 8]