The Soul's Probation: Scene 5
Johannes: Thou phantom ghost, Of mist and fog compact, how dost thou dare To utter blasphemy and so malign The purest feelings of my heart. How great A load of guilt must I have laid on me, That I must be compelled to look upon Such lust—befouled distortion of that love That is to me so holy.
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