Of Bees

Bees have a Commonwealth and regiment.

They go about in Spring, as Beanes bloume.


How cleane their hives, no trumperie or gubbins.

All filth is foot-balled smartlie out.


They take joye in the clapping of hands,

the brute call of brasen bassoons.


Their young, a knit-work of severall flowres,

their sinews petals, handsomely composed.


Concerning honie, and its origin: a skie-sweat,

a glutinous gellie, proceeding from starres.


This substance, the aires liquor, Bees gather.

With rainbows comes a drisling dew of honie,


as lovers prove, their kisses glewie-sweet.


A.B. Jackson


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