In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true From pois'nous herbs extracts the healing dew?

A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.

Listen! O, listen! Here come the hum the golden bees Underneath full blossomed trees, At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned.

How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower.

Bees work for man, and yet they never bruise Their Master's flower, but leave it having done, As fair as ever and as fit to use; So both the flower doth stay and honey run.

The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.