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" So work the honey-bees ; 

 Creatures that, by a rule in Nature, teach 

 The art of order to a peopled kingdom. 

 They have a king, and officers of sorts, 

 Where some, like magistrates, correct at home ; 

 Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad ; 

 Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, 

 Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds. 

 Which pillage they with merry march bring home 

 To the tent royal of their emperor ; 

 Who, busied in his majesty, surveys 

 The singing masons building roofs of gold ; 

 The civil citizens kneading up the honey ; 

 The poor mechanic porters crowding in 

 Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate ; 

 The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, 

 DeHvering o'er to executors pale 

 The lazy yawning drone ! " 



Shaksfeare. 



FRISTED EV TAYLOR AND FRANCIS, RED LIOM COURT, FLEET STREET. 



