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XXV.

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, 220 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. 225