It must be ev’n as pure, as free from spot,
As that eternal fountain whence it came;
If pure and spotless, then whence came the blot?
Itself being pure, could not itself defile;
Nor hath unactive matter pow’r to soil
Her pure and active form, as jars corrupt their oil.
Or if it were created, tell me when?
If in the first six days, where kept ’till now?
Or if thy soul were new-created, then
Heav’n did not all at first, he had to do: