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.