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When they haue suck'd the sweete of
And with one minde their worke they doe contriue,
And laden come with honie to their roomes:
A worke of arte; and yet no arte of man,
Can worke, this worke; these little creatures can.
In fairest roome, and most of stature is;
And euerie one to him dothe reuerence giue,
And in the hiue with him doe liue in blisse:
Hee hath no stinge, yet none can doe him harme,
For with their strengthe, the rest about him swarme.
Lo, natures force within these creatures small,
Some, all the daye the honie home doe beare.
And some, farre off on flowers freshe doe fall,
Yet all at nighte vnto their home repaire:
And euerie one, her proper hiue doth knowe,
Althoughe there stande a thousande on a rowe.
Bothe him, that rules, and those that doe obaye:
Or suche, as are the heads aboue the rest,
Whome here, the Lorde in highe estate doth staye:
By whose supporte, the meaner sorte doe liue,
And vnto them all reuerence dulie giue.
Which when I waied: I call's vnto my minde
Your
A stately seate, whose like is harde to finde,
Where mightie
With fishe, and foule, and cattaile sondrie flockes,
Where christall springes doe gushe out of the rockes.
There, fertile fieldes; there, meadowes large extende:
There, store of grayne: with water, and with wood.
And, in this place, your goulden time you spende,
Vnto your praise, and to your countries good:
This is the hiue; your tennaunts, are the
And in the same, haue places by degrees.
And as the
And yet come home, when honie they haue founde:
Yet loue they best their natiue countries grounde.
And from the same, the more they absent bee,
With more desire, they wishe the same to see.
A straunger meere, where I did spend my prime.
Nowe, parentes loue dothe hale me by the eare,
And sayeth, come home, deferre no longer time:
Wherefore, when happe, some goulden honie bringes?
I will retorne, and rest my wearie winges.
Quid melius
Huc tamen ex illa barbarus vrbe fugit.
mal. lib. 1. ca. 59.
& 60. Et lib. 5
cap. 11.
& 16.
Et
hist. lib. 11. cap. 5.
Hist. li. 11. cap. 15.
Rursus amor pa-
triae ratione va-
lentior omni, &c.
pietatis est iste,
vt quos auctores
tibi voluit esse
deus, honores
obsequiis, absti-
neas contumeliis,
nec vultu laeden-
da est pietas pa-
rentum.