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: (...)
Poetry
To Keep a True Lent
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