HONEY BEE
13th November 2023
See, sons, what things you are,
How quickly nature falls into revolt
When gold becomes her object!
For this the foolish overcareful fathers
have broke their sleep with thoughts,
their brains with cares, their bones with industry
For this they have engrossed and piled up
the cankered heaps of strange-achieved gold.
For this they have been thoughtful to invest
their sons with arts and martial exercises -
When, like the bee, tolling from every flower
the virtuous sweets,
Our thighs packed with wax, our mouths with honey,
We bring it to the hive and, like the bees,
Are murdered for our pains.
KING HENRY: Henry IV Part 2, Act 4, Scene 3