I Ioy to see how in your drawen work, <br />Your selfe vnto the Bee ye doe compare; <br />and me vnto the Spyder that doth lurke, <br />in close awayt to catch her vnaware. <br />Right so to your selfe were caught in cunning snare <br />of a deare foe, and thralled to his loue: <br />in whose streight bands ye now captiued are <br />so firmely, that ye neuer may remoue. <br />But as your worke is wouen all about, <br />with woodbynd flowers and fragrant Eglantine: <br />so sweet your prison you in time shall proue, <br />with many deare delights bedecked fyne. <br />And all thensforth eternall peace shall see. <br />betweene the Spyder and the gentle Bee.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lxxi-2/
