quotiens hortantibus vobis in quocumque conpuncto culpas suas anima poenaliter recordata suspirat, quis vos ambigat paria turturum aut binos pullos columbarum, qui duplicem substantiam utriusque hominis nostri tam numero quam gemitu assignant, mystico litasse sacrificio? quotiens vestro monitu obesum quicumque corpus aestuantemque turgidi ventris arvinam crebro ieiuniorum decoquendus igne torruerit, nulli dubium est vos tunc simulam frictam in quadam continentiae sartagine consecraturos.
As often as, through exhortations, the spirit of any conscience-stricken sinner, painfully recalling his faults, heaves a sigh, who can doubt that you have acceptably offered in mystic sacrifice a pair of turtle-doves or two young pigeons, which betoken by their number and their moaning the double entity of which we are constituted? As often as anyone, on your admonition, seeking to reduce his grossness, grills in the fire of frequent fasting his obese body with its load of fat heaving on his swollen belly, it is clear to all that you will then be in a manner consecrating an offering of fine flour baked in a pan of self-denial.
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