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There had he limnèd, figuring aright the Holy Ghost’s high heavenly portraiture; hover’d a Dove, in snowy plume bedight, o’er the sole Phoenix, Mary, Virgin pure: The Saintly Company was shown to sight, the Dozen, in that sore discomfiture, as when, taught only by the Tongues that burnt with lambent fire, man’s varied tongues they learnt.