o quotiens animam, vitiorum peste repulsa, sensimus incaluisse Deo! quotiens tepefactum caeleste ingenium post gaudia candida taetro cessisse stomacho! fervent bella horrida, fervent ossibus inclusa, fremit et discordibus armis non simplex natura hominis; nam viscera limo effigiata premunt animam, contra ille sereno editus adflatu nigrantis carcere cordis aestuat, et sordes arta inter vincla recusat.
How often, when the plaguing sins have been driven away, have we felt our soul aglow with the presence of God, how often, after these pure joys, felt our heavenly nature grow cool and yield to foul desire! Savage war rages hotly, rages within our bones, and mans two-sided nature is in an uproar of rebellion; for the flesh that was formed of clay bears down upon the spirit, but again the spirit that issued from the pure breath of God is hot within the dark prison-house of the heart, and even in its close bondage rejects the bodys filth.
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