Classic Poem

What you do
Still betters what is done. When you speak sweet,
I'ld have you do it ever. When you sing,
I'ld have you buy and sell so; so give alms;
Pray so; and for the ord'ring your affairs,
To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that--move still, still so,
And own no other function.
So singular in each particular,
Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds,
That all your acts are queens.