Forgets his golden work, and turns a drone:
Such is a satire, when you take away
That rage, in which his noble vigour lay.
What gain you, by not suffering him to teaze ye?
He neither can offend you now, nor please ye.
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{ The honey-bag, and venom, lay so near,
{ That both together you resolved to tear;
{ And lost your pleasure, to secure your fear.
How can he show his manhood, if you bind him