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Translated out of Theocritus.
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Translated out of Theocritus.
Cvpido Venus dearlyng defte,to sweete his lipps with mell
Sore longyng, came vnto an Hiue,
where Bees did shroude and dwell.
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to fill his bellie full
He thrusts his hande into the Hiue,
and fast beginnes to cull.
The Bees bestirre them, by and by,
and prickt hym with their styngs:
Deft Cupid dolefull doeth depart,
and takes hym to his wings.
He stamps, he stares, he taketh on:
he knowes not what to doe:
At last with tinglyng stynged hande,
he comes his mother to.
And thus beginns to make his mone:
ah mother, mother myne:
The Bee moste vile and pestilent,
hath kilde Cupido thyne.
Ah, out alas, what shall I doe?
I neuer would haue thought
The selie simple shiftlesse Bee,
could haue suche mischief wrought.
Quoth Venus smilyng: what? alas,
and doeth it greeue you so?
Content your self, you are but small,
yet how you strike you knowe.
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