Classic Poem

SEEING .

And now, just God, I humbly pray
That thou wilt take the slime away,
That keeps my sov'raign's eyes from seeing
The things that will be our undoing.

HEARING .

Then let him hear, good God, the sounds
As well of men as of his hounds.

TASTE .

Give him a taste, and truly too,
Of what his subjects undergo.

FEELING AND SMELLING .

Give him a feeling of their woes,
And then no doubt his royal nose
Will quickly smell the rascals forth,
Whose black deeds have eclips'd his worth;
They found and scourg'd for their offences,
Heavens bless my sovereign and his senses.