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[xxxii] Of that same [A Bee].

O doe not kill that Bee
That thus hath wounded thee,
(Sweet) it was no Despight,
But Hue did him deceaue:
For when thy Lips did close,
Hee deemed them a Rose,
What wouldst thou further craue?
Hee wanting Wit, and blinded with Delight,
Would faine haue kiss'd, but Mad with Ioy did bite.