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"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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Fuscara, Or The Bee Errant ( Excerpt)
John Cleveland
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Poem topics: king, queen, prove, live, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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