"That lovely spot which thou dost see In Celias bosome was a Bee, Who built her amorous spicy nest I’th Hyblas of her either breast, But from close Ivery Hyves, she flew To suck the Arromattick dew Which from the neighbour vale distils, Which parts those two twin-sister hils. There feasting on Ambrosiall meat, A rowling file of Balmy sweat, (As in soft murmurs, before death, Swan-like she sung,) chokt up her breath, So she in water did expire, More precious than the Phœnix fire; Yet still her shaddow there remaines Confind to those Elizian plaines; With this strict Law, that who shall lay His bold lips on that milky way, The sweet, and smart, from thence shall bring Of the Bees Honey, and her sting."