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"But oh! what waspe was't that could prove 
Ravilliack to my Queen of Love? 
The King of Bees now's jealous grown 
Lest her beams should melt his throne? 

Live-Hony all, the Envyous Elfe 
Stung her, cause sweeter than himself. 
Sweetness and she are so ally'd 
The Bee committed parricide." 






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