V. Human Character
> Two souls, alas, are pent within my breast, > To tear themselves apart, forever striving; > One, in pursuit of passions' crude delights, > Clings close with avid senses to the world; > The other, thrusting earthly dust away, > Aspires to rise to longed-for higher realms.[^3]
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