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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396317" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lent</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Welcome dear feast of Lent: who loves not thee, <br>He loves not Temperance, or Authority, <br>But is compos'd of passion.<br>The Scriptures bid us fast; the Church says, now: <br>Give to thy Mother, what thou wouldst allow<br>To ev'ry Corporation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The humble soul compos'd of love and fear<br>Begins at home, and lays the burden there, <br>When doctrines disagree, <br>He says, in things which use hath justly got, <br>I am a scandal to the Church, and not<br>The Church is so to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">True Christians should be glad of an occasion<br>To use their temperance, seeking no evasion, <br>When good is seasonable; <br>Unless Authority, which should increase<br>The obligation in us, make it less, <br>And Power itself disable.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Besides the cleanness of sweet abstinence, <br>Quick thoughts and motions at a small expense, <br>A face not fearing light: <br>Whereas in fulness there are sluttish fumes, <br>Sour exhalations, and dishonest rheums, <br>Revenging the delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then those same pendant profits, which the spring<br>And Easter intimate, enlarge the thing, <br>And goodness of the deed.<br>Neither ought other men's abuse of Lent<br>Spoil the good use; lest by that argument<br>We forfeit all our Creed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's true, we cannot reach Christ's forti'eth day; <br>Yet to go part of that religious way, <br>Is better than to rest: <br>We cannot reach our Saviour's purity; <br>Yet we are bid, 'Be holy ev'n as he, '<br>In both let's do our best.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who goeth in the way which Christ hath gone, <br>Is much more sure to meet with him, than one<br>That travelleth by-ways: <br>Perhaps my God, though he be far before, <br>May turn and take me by the hand, and more: <br>May strengthen my decays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet Lord instruct us to improve our fast<br>By starving sin and taking such repast, <br>As may our faults control: <br>That ev'ry man may revel at his door, <br>Not in his parlour; banqueting the poor, <br>And among those his soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Herbert">George Herbert</a><div class=q>
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He loves not Temperance, or Authority, 
But is compos'd of passion.
The Scriptures bid us fast; the Church says, now: 
Give to thy Mother, what thou wouldst allow
To ev'ry Corporation.

The humble s..."></div>
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