SWEET honey-sucking bees, Why do you still surfeit on roses, pinks, and violets As if the choicest nectar lay in them Wherewith you store your curious cabinets? Ah, make your flight to Melisuavia's lips There may you revel in Ambrosian cheer Where smiling roses and sweet lilies sit Keeping their spring-tide graces all the year Yet sweet take heed, all sweets are hard to get Sting not her soft lips, O beware of that, For if one flaming dart come from her eye Was ever dart so sharp ah then you die. |