The Historie of Ivdith in Forme of a Poeme Penned in French, by the Noble Poet, G. Salust. Lord of Bartas. Englished by Tho. Hudson |
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Then as ye see somtime the honie bees,
Exerse themselfs on buddes of sweetest trees,
where they sometime assault the buzzing waspe,
That comes to neare their flowrs away to claspe,
Or when they hony drawe from smelling time,
Or from the palme, or Roses of the prime:
And how they draw their wax with wōdrous art,
Obseruing iointure iust in euerie part,
Both vp and downe they build tē thousand shops,
with equall space fulfilde vp to the tops:
Or where the maister Bee, of thousand bands,
Conducts the rest in legions throw the lands:
who dayly keeps within their Cities wall:
Their house, their work, their lawes and maners all.
So thus the sonnes of Iacob plyde their paine:
with hote desire their quarrell to sustaine.
Exerse themselfs on buddes of sweetest trees,
where they sometime assault the buzzing waspe,
That comes to neare their flowrs away to claspe,
Or when they hony drawe from smelling time,
Or from the palme, or Roses of the prime:
And how they draw their wax with wōdrous art,
Obseruing iointure iust in euerie part,
Both vp and downe they build tē thousand shops,
with equall space fulfilde vp to the tops:
Or where the maister Bee, of thousand bands,
Conducts the rest in legions throw the lands:
who dayly keeps within their Cities wall:
Their house, their work, their lawes and maners all.
So thus the sonnes of Iacob plyde their paine:
with hote desire their quarrell to sustaine.
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