The Trinity

  O blessed glorious Trinity, 
Bones to philosophy, but milk to faith, 
  Which, as wise serpents, diversely 
Most slipperiness, yet most entanglings hath, 
              As you distinguish’d, undistinct, 
              By power, love, knowledge be, 
Give me a such self different instinct, 
Of these let all me elemented be, 
Of power, to love, to know you unnumbered three. 

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