Bee
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 officer of sorts;
Where some like magistrates, remain 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 royal tent 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 this narrow gate,
The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,
Delivering o’er to executor pale
The lazy yawning drones
Shakespeare, W., King Henry the Fifth, I, ii
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