By
John Donne.
O blessed glorious
Trinity,
Bones to
Philosphy, but milk to
faith,
Which, as wise
serpents, diversly,
Most slipperiness, 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.