Poetry

To Keep a True Lent

Is this a Fast, to keep       The Larder leane?    And cleane? From fat of Veales, and Sheep? Is it to quit the dish       Of Flesh, yet still    To fill The platter high with Fish? Is it to faste an houre,    Or rag’d to go,       Or show A down-cast look, and sowre? No: (...)


 

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