Welcome dear feast of Lent: who loves not theeHe 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 soul compos'd of love and fearBegins at home, and lays the burden there, When doctrines disagree.He says, in things which use hath justly got,I am a scandal to the Church, and not The Church is so to me.True Christians should be glad of an occasionTo use their temperance, seeking no evasion, When good is seasonable;Unless Authority, which should increaseThe obligation in us, make it less, And Power itself disable.Besides the cleanness of sweet abstinence,Quick thoughts and motions at a small expense, A face not fearing light:Whereas in fulness there are sluttish fumes,Sour exhalations, and dishonest rheumes, Revenging the delight.Then those same pendant profits, which the springAnd Easter intimate, enlarge the thing, And goodness of the deed.Neither ought other men's abuse of LentSpoil the good use; lest by that argument We forfeit all our Creed.It's true, we cannot reach Christ's forti'th day;Yet to go part of that religious way, Is better than to rest:We cannot reach our Savior's purity;Yet are we bid, Be holy ev'n as he. In both let's do our best.Who goeth in the way which Christ hath gone,Is much more sure to meet with him, than one That travelleth by-ways:Perhaps my God, though he be far before,May turn, and take me by the hand, and more: May strengthen my decays.Yet Lord instruct us to improve our fastBy starving sin and taking such repast As may our faults control:That ev'ry man may revel at his door,Not in his parlour; banqueting the poor, And among those his soul.

Matthew Boudway is senior editor of Commonweal.

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