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| THIS wondrous Trinity in Vnity | |
| Is vnderstood to bee: but how? And here | |
| Is such a gulph of deepest mistery | |
| As none, without bee’ng quite orewhelmd with fear, | |
| Can looke therein to tell the secrets there! | 5 |
| For what beseeming that good evriething | |
| Can we imagin, though we angels were? | |
| That is as farre past all imagining | |
| As we are short of paceing with his wing. | |
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| We erre in nought with danger more extreame, | 10 |
| Nor in ought labour with more hard assay; | |
| Yet nought we know with more hart’s ioy than them: | |
| But in their search, if once we lose our way, | |
| We may be lost and vtterly decay: | |
| Its deadly dangerous then for them to looke | 15 |
| Through waies more sullen then the foe of day, | |
| Without Faith’s lanthorne, Truth’s most blessed booke, | |
| Which none ere left, but straight the way forsooke. | |
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| For Justice’ Sonne was sent by Grace his sire | |
| The gospell to promulgate from his brest, | 20 |
| His councels to disclose, our doubts to chere: | |
| Then if we go to seeke this Beeing blest | |
| Without these helpes, we strayeng neuer rest. * * * * * | |
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