Fly to my mistress, pretty pilfering bee, <br />And say thou bring'st this honey-bag from me; <br />When on her lip thou hast thy sweet dew placed, <br />Mark if her tongue but slyly steal a taste; <br />If so, we live; if not, with mournful hum, <br />Toll forth my death; next, to my burial come.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-present-or-the-bag-of-the-bee/
