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[Among Rose buds slept a Bee]
Among Rose buds slept a Bee,
wak'd by Love who could not see:
His soft finger that was stung,
then away poore Cupid flung.
First hee ran, then flew a bout,
and to Venus thus cry'd out;
Help, Mother help, oh! I'm undone,
a Scorpion hath stung your son.
wak'd by Love who could not see:
His soft finger that was stung,
then away poore Cupid flung.
First hee ran, then flew a bout,
and to Venus thus cry'd out;
Help, Mother help, oh! I'm undone,
a Scorpion hath stung your son.
'Twas a Serpent, it could flie,
For't had wings as well as I;
Country swains call this a Bee
But oh this hath murthred me.
Sonne, sayd Venus, if the sting
Of a Flie such torment bring,
Think, O think, on all those hearts
Pierced by thy burning darts.
For't had wings as well as I;
Country swains call this a Bee
But oh this hath murthred me.
Sonne, sayd Venus, if the sting
Of a Flie such torment bring,
Think, O think, on all those hearts
Pierced by thy burning darts.
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