Even so, Man's Soul, which did God's Image bear,
And was, at first, fair, good, and spotless pure;
Since with her sins, her beauties blotted were,
Doth, of all sights, her own sight least endure.
For even, at first reflection, she espies
Such strange Chimeras and such monsters there!
Such toys! such antics! and such vanities!
As she retires, and shrinks for shame and fear.
And as the man loves least at home to be,
That hath a sluttish house, haunted with sprites;