About the sweet bag of a bee <br />Two Cupids fell at odds; <br />And whose the pretty prize should be <br />They vow'd to ask the Gods. <br /> <br />Which Venus hearing, thither came, <br />And for their boldness stript them; <br />And taking thence from each his flame, <br />With rods of myrtle whipt them. <br /> <br />Which done, to still their wanton cries, <br />When quiet grown she'd seen them, <br />She kiss'd and wiped their dove-like eyes, <br />And gave the bag between them.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bag-of-the-bee/
