Poem 92

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 VPon a day as loue lay sweetly slumbring,
all in his mothers lap:
A gentle Bee with his loud trumpet murm'ring,
about him flew by hap.
Whereof when he was wakened with the noyse, and saw the beast so small: Whats this (quoth he) that giues so great a voyce, that wakens men withall.
In angry wize he flyes about, and threatens all with corage stout.

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