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The Present; Or, The Bag Of The Bee
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Fly to my mistress, pretty pilfering bee,
And say thou bring’st this honey-bag from me;
When on her lip thou hast thy sweet dew placed,
Mark if her tongue but slyly steal a taste;
If so, we live; if not, with mournful hum,
Toll forth my death; next, to my burial come.