That our eares sicknesse wee may cure,
And rectifie those Labyrinths aright;
That wee, by harkning, not procure
Our praise, nor others dispraise so invite;
That wee get not a slipperinesse
And senslesly decline,
From hearing bold wits jeast at Kings excesse,
To'admit the like of majestie divine;
That we may locke our eares, Lord open thine.
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