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From part 4 of the Georgics

In their mouth reside their genial powers
They gather children from the leaves and flowers.
Thus make they kings to fill the regal seat
And thus their little citizens create
And waxen cities build, the palaces of state
And oft on rocks their tender wings they tear
And sink beneath the burdens which they bear:
Such a rag of honey in their bosom beats;
And such a zeal they have for flowry sweets.

 

image from the 1697 edition in London