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190 Of all the Race of Animals, alone The Bees have common Cities of their own: And common Sons, beneath one Law they live, And with one common Stock their Traffick drive. Each has a certain home, a sev'ral Stall: All is the States, the State provides for all. Mindful of coming Cold, they share the Pain: And hoard, for Winter's use, the Summer's gain. Some o'er the Publick Magazines preside, And some are sent new forrage to provide: These drudge in Fields abroad, and those at home Lay deep Foundations for the labour'd Comb, With dew, Narcissus Leaves, and clammy Gum. To pitch the waxen Flooring some contrive: Some nurse the future Nation of the Hive: Sweet Honey some condense, some purge the Grout; The rest, in Cells apart, the liquid Nectar shut. All, with united Force, combine to drive The lazy Drones from the laborious Hive. With Envy stung, they view each others Deeds: With Diligence the fragrant Work proceeds. As when the Cyclops, at th' Almighty Nod, New Thunder hasten for their angry God: Subdu'd in Fire the Stubborn Mettal lyes, One brawny Smith the puffing Bellows plyes; And draws, and blows reciprocating Air: Others to quench the hissing Mass prepare: