[XVII. Sweet hony sucking Bees]
Sweet hony sucking Bees, why doe you still
Sweet hony sucking Bees, why doe you still,
surfet on Roses, Pincks and Violets? As if the choysest Nectar lay
in them, wherwith you store, your curious Cabinets:
Ah, make your flight, Ah, make your flight,
to Melisuauiaes lips, there, there may you reuell in Ambrosian
cheere, Where smiling Roses and sweet Lillies sits,
there may you reuell, keeping their Spring-tide, keeping their Spring-tide
graces, keeping their Spring-tide graces all the yeare. keeping their Spring-tide
graces all the yeare,
