The vice versa of this man is sometimes called a
man, but he is a small animal: a hived bee, with sting
ready for each kind touch, he makes honey out of
the flowers of human hearts and hides it in his cell of [15]
ingratitude.
O friendly hand! keep back thy offerings from asps
and apes, from wolves in sheep's clothing and all raven-
ing beasts. Love such specimens of mortality just enough
to reform and transform them,—if it be possible,— [20]
and then, look out for their stings, and jaws, and claws;