Classic Poem

That our ears' sickness we may cure,
And rectify those labyrinths aright,
That we by hearkening, not procure
Our praise, nor others' dispraise so invite,
That we get not a slipperiness,
And senselessly decline,
From hearing bold wits jest at kings' excess,
To admit the like of majesty divine,
That we may lock our ears, Lord open thine.