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A19732
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Caltha poetarum: or The bumble bee. Composed by T. Cutvvode Esquyre; Caltha poetarum.
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Dymoke, Tailboys, attributed name.
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1599
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STC 6151; ESTC S105150
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do as well as she to fore hath done 50. Thus Cupid said but see this self-wild wench Venus she brings a Brierhooke in her hand And cuts me down each border green beÌ„ch and all the shading shelter that did stand To guard the flowers from the filchers hand And letteth in a Northern vncoth aire That almost blasted had her Bloomes so faire 51. Note that all mischief commeth froÌ„ the North for in his blast he bloweth Boreas in Who from his freezing harbour coÌ„meth forth with chilled cheekes and hory frozen chin His blood all thawne away visage thin His slauering beard and lips with spattle spewd With drops of frozen Ifixles bedewd 52. He foamde his froth vpon her tender rynd and made her seeme as sunshine in a mist And with a winter blast he blowes his wind beslauering her with sluttishnesse he kist And had bene withered there ere she had wist But that the blaze of sunny beames by chance Dissolu'd the storme blest the teÌ„der braÌ„ch 53. But now I will returne vnto the Bee the little Wasp and sillie wounded thing Who like a souldier from the victorie comes maymed home his arme vpoÌ„ a string So droups this Bee so hangs he down his wing Shewing the Marygold his mortall scarre Who vnto death was wounded in her warre 54. His hony it was turned into gall his wax that he about him long had borne The hony and the hony combe and all and all his britches from his buttocks torne Was from his body wasted and quight worne As sure if you had seene you would haue sed He had bene prisoner in the spyder web 55. His loyns were lean through fast euil fare His legs knees as caÌ„mocks wer all crooked That vp down did carie him with care his horns that wer so strait became both hooked Who like a litle spright or diuell he looked His breath not seruing him to buz or bum Nor scarce with any noise to heare him hum 56. Vnto this flower he falles downe on his knee iust at the roote that grew vpon the ground And said grant mercie Marygold on me and lend a leafe to lay vnto my wound That it might plaister me and make me sound For on thy branch I here did take my bane And here I hope to be recured againe 57. Denie me not oh thou faire golden flower sweet giue mee leaue a while that I might sit Vpon thy yealow head and worke an hower and for my hungry selfe some honey get For all is wasted I haue not a whit I tell thee my distresse to thee I shriue me I haue no helpe vnlesse thy selfe wilt hiue me 58. I will not as the creeping canker waste thee nor as the worm in wodseaâ— time bespew thee I come not like the Butterflie to blast thee norwith foule deadly venom to bedeaw thee Ile leaue thee euen as fresh as earst I knew thee Ile make my goldeÌ„ shrub that shines so sunny As sweet as is the hony combe or hunny 59. With that but I must tell you here a wonder and almost past my credit for to speake This branch her biggen she did burst in sunder her haire vpon a sudden on her neck That seemd to waue and giue the Bee a beck And laid her leaues wide open there for him That vp aloft the Bee might better climb 60. Vpon her flew the flie and suckt her sweet and plaid full peartly with that pretie one And there full feaâ—ly labourd with his feet and kist her least he shuld be deemd a drone Now blest be loue for there was loue alone The Bee begins to find and stir his sting Beleeue me loue thou art a wanton thing 61. There he receiues the deaw of hony drops and bathes his lims that were so leane lank And in her circle vp and downe he hops and feeds apace and doth refresh his flank And with her wax he stores his spindle shank And now the hony bird away doth styue With buÌ„ming and with humming to his hyue 62. To buz of Caltha now the Bee was bold of Caltha now were all the Echos ringing For now no more he cals her Marygold but newes froÌ„ Lady Caltha is he bringing Offaire sweet Lady Caltha is he singing And vp and downe he flieth with her fame Till he vnto his hiue and harbour came 63. His Bees with welcoÌ„e rouÌ„d about him swarms and bringeth him into his thatched home And marching all along like men at armes they place him in the highest hony come Where he as king doth keepe and rules alone And all his subiects offering him their seruice For to disarme him of his hony harmes 64. One doth his boots vnbutton from his shins an other helps for to vntie his hose An other wipeth hony from his wings that came from Lady Caltha and the rose The which he gets when he his prograce goes And thus comd home with heuie drowsy hed Th'vnnuÌ„bred birds do bring their Bee to bed 65. And there he sleeps slumbers til the morne when he awakes and wipes his pinking eies And vp he starts and bloweth like a horne where all his souldiers in a swarme do rise Attending on him wheresoeuer he flies And he againe into his garden goes Whereas his Goddesse Lady Caltha growes 66. There sit they round about gards this flower some making of their hony on the Mallow An other biting on the Bellamour an other like a little dapper fellow Worketh on yarrow making wax so yealow And euery Fly vnto his flower goes Some to the Red some to the damask Rose 67. Where hauing got their hony and their wax they come to Caltha where their maister sits And throws their hony I erkins down Iacks and giues to him the gaine their labour gets Thus industrie his common welth befits So when they are disloded of their store They buz about and flies away for more 68. In meane while this same mightie bumble Bee is framing of a Chappell for his Queene With strange and costly Archetectury the rarest sight that euer yet was seene Of waxen worke was neuer like I weene Pillers of hony combes with Piramis And strong pilasters of great statelinesse 69. And at one end there stands a proper steeple dawbing his height with hony for his lime And bels to ring in these same pretie people when as they take it to be seruice time To say their praiers their MatteÌ„s their prime And when this Chapell ended was and wald La santa Caltha this same bee it cald 70. With Virgin wax he makes a hony alter and on it stands the torches and the tapers Where he must sing his Rosarye and Psalter and pray deuoutly on his holy papers With book with candlelight with bels clappers And in the praise of Goddesse Caltha sing That all the holy quier Church may ring 71. Vpon this holy altar there doth stand The Coatch of Phoebus carued all of wax And there the mightie God with whip in