I thought I there might take a taste
Where so much sirop ran to waste.
Besides, know this,—‘I never sting
The flower that gives me nourishing.’
This said, he laid his little scrip
Of honey ’fore her Ladyship,
And told her (as some tears did fall)
That this he took and that was all.
At which she smiled and bade him go
And take his bag; but this much know