As busie as a Bee.
      - John Lyly (Lylie or Lyllie),
        Euphues and his England (p. 252)

The honey-bee that wanders all day long
  The field, the woodland, and the garden o'er,
    To gather in his fragrant winter store,
      Humming in calm content his winter song,
        Seeks not alone the rose's glowing breast,
          The lily's dainty cup, the violet's lips,
            But from all rank and noxious weeds he sips
              The single drop of sweetness closely pressed
                Within the poison chalice.
      - Anne Charlotte Lynch (Anne C.L. Botta),