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On a Bee.
I
Thou pretty sweet laborious Bee,That suck'st the blooming Flowers fair
By intellectual Chymistry,
And by thy Notes canst ease thy Care.
II
Did but the whole World copy thee,And search the Secrets of thy Art,
In thee 'twould find a Treasury,
Beyond what Logick can impart.
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III
This stately Edifice of thineWhere Nature and her Sweets do stand,
Is so transcendent and divine,
It speaks an over-ruling hand.
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