That you and I are one is surely true,
yet just as plainly you and I are two,
now you say (on looking in your heart)
that you against yourself take your own part
being both the judge and advocate
this civil strife further divides our state—
fractioning which scarcely makes us three,
for I can see the selfsame thing in me.
with a schizophrenic sense I draw
this obvious conclusion: we are four.
wonder if in heaven there's consternation
at this quadratic amorous equation—
the Lord above
is only One-in-Three,
but both of you is one with both of me.