VPon a day as loue lay sweetly slumbring, <br />all in his mothers lap: <br />A gentle Bee with his loud trumpet murm'ring, <br />about him flew by hap. <br />Whereof when he was wakened with the noyse, <br />and saw the beast so small: <br />Whats this (quoth he) that giues so great a voyce, <br />that wakens men withall. <br />In angry wize he flyes about, <br />and threatens all with corage stout.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-92/
