O Blessed glorious Trinity, 
Bones to Philosophy, but milke to faith, 
Which, as wise serpents, diversly 
Most slipperinesse, yet most entanglings hath, 
As you distinguishld undistinct 
By power, love, knowledge bee, 
Give mee a such selfe different instinct 
Of these; let all mee elemented bee, 
Of power, to love, to know, you unnumbred three.