Temperance

Love taking exercise. Love enduring hardness. Love striving for the mastery in all things and bringing the body under. It is superiority to sensual delights, and it is the power of applying resolutely to irksome duties for the Master’s sake. It is self-denial and self-control, fearful lest it should subside to gross carnality, or waste away into shadowy hectic sentiment, Temperance is love alert and timorously active―sometimes rising before day for prayer; sometimes spending that day on tasks which daintiness or laziness declines. It is love with girt loins, and dusty feet, and blistered hands. It is love with the empty scrip, but the glowing cheek. Love subsisting on pulse and water, but grown so healthful, that it beareth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.