Sweet honey-sucking Bees, why do you still
surfeit on Roses, Pinks and Violets,
as if the choicest Nectar lay in them
wherewith you store your curious cabinets?
Ah make your flight to Melisuavia's lips:
there may you revel in Ambrosian cheer,
where smiling Roses and sweet Lilies sit,
keeping their springtide graces all the year.