Classic Poem

From jests prophane, and flattering tongues,
From bawdy tales and beastly songs,
From after-supper suits, that fear
A parliament or council's ear;
From Spanish treaties that may wound
The country's peace, the gospel's sound;
From Job's false friends, that would intice
My sovereign from heaven's paradise;
From prophets, such as Achab's were,
Whose flatterings sooth my sovereign's ear,
His frowns more than his Maker's fearing;
Bless my sovereign and his hearing.