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Nathelesse, The Cruell Boy, Not So Content [Epigram]
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Nathelesse, the cruell boy, not so content,
Would needs the fly pursue,
And in his hand, with heedlesse hardiment,
Him caught for to subdue.
But when on it he hasty hand did lay,
The Bee him stung therefore.
“Now out, alas,” he cryde, “and welaway!
I wounded am full sore.
The fly, that I so much did scorne,
Hath hurt me with his little horne.”