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31. On two Mysteries.
A perfect Virgin, to bring forth a Son!One, three entyre; and Three, entirely One!
Wonder of Wonders! How might all this come?
We must be deafe, when th'holy Spirit's dumb:
Spare to enquire it: Thou shalt never know,
Till Heav'n dissolve, and the last Trump shall blow.
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