The Butterfly And The Bee. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.)
Methought I heard a butterfly Say to a labouring bee, Thou hast no colours of the sky On painted wings, like me. Poor child of vanity! those dyes, And colours bright and rare, With mild reproof, the bee replies, Are all beneath my care. Content I toil from morn till eve, And, scorning idleness, To tribes of gawdy sloth I leave The vanities of dress.
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