nam quid terrigenas ferro pepulisse phalangas Culparum prodest, hominis si Filius arce aetheris inlapsus purgati corporis urbem intret inornatam templi splendentis egenus? hactenus alternis sudatum est comminus armis: munia nunc agitet tacitae toga candida pacis, atque sacris sedem properet discincta iuventus.
For what does it profit to have driven back with the sword the earth-born regiments of the Sins, if the Son of Man coming down from high heaven and entering the city of the cleansed body finds it unadorned and lacks a shining temple? Hitherto have we laboured hard in close battle one after another; now let the white plain dress of quiet peace be active in its tasks, and our soldiers unharnessed hasten to build an abode for holy worship.
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