John Cleveland (16 June 1613 – 29 April 1658 / Loughborough, England)
Fuscara, or the Bee Errant ( excerpt)
"But oh! what waspe was't that could prove
Ravilliack to my Queen of Love?
The King of Bees now's jealous grown
Lest her beams should melt his throne…
Live-Hony all, the Envyous Elfe
Stung her, cause sweeter than himself.
Sweetness and she are so ally'd
The Bee committed parricide."
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