Temple Of The Mind
Temple Of The Mind1 min 288 1 min 288
The unpolluted temple of the mind.
And turns it by degrees to the souls essence,
Till all be made immortal: but when lust
By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk,
But most by lead and lavish act of sin,
Lets in defilement to the inward parts,
The soul grows clotted by contagion,
Embodies, and imbrutes, till she quite loose
The divine property of her first being.
Such are those thick and gloomy shadows damp