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Geor. IV. And neighb'ring Trees, with friendly Shade invite The Troops unus'd to long laborious Flight. Then o'er the running Stream, or standing Lake, A Passage for thy weary People make; With Osier Floats the standing Water strow; Of massy Stones make Bridges, if it flow: That basking in the Sun thy Bees may lye, And resting there, their flaggy Pinions dry: When late returning home, the laden Host, By raging Winds is wreck'd upon the Coast. Wild Thyme and Sav'ry set around their Cell, Sweet to the taste, and fragrant to the Smell: Set rows of Rosemary with flow'ring Stem, And let the purple Vi'lets drink the Stream.
 * Whether thou build the Palace of thy Bees

With twisted Osiers, or with Barks of Trees; Make but a narrow Mouth: for as the Cold Congeals into a Lump the liquid Gold; So tis again dissolv'd by Summer's heat, And the sweet Labours both Extreams defeat. And therefore, not in vain, th' industrious Kind With dawby Wax and Flow'rs the Chinks have lin'd. And, with their Stores of gather'd Glue, contrive To stop the Vents, and Crannies of their Hive. Not Birdlime, or Idean Pitch produce A more tenacious Mass of clammy Juice.
 * Nor Bees are lodg'd in Hives alone, but found

In Chambers of their own, beneath the Ground: