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Poem	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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