10. Upon the Swallow
his pretty bird, O! how she flies and sings, But could she do so if she had not wings? Her wings bespeak my faith, her songs my peace; When I believe and sing my doubtings cease.
he bee goes out, and honey home doth bring, And some who seek that honey find a sting. Now would'st thou have the honey, and be free From stinging, in the first place kill the bee.
Comparison.
This bee an emblem truly is of sin, Whose sweet, unto a many, death hath been. Now would'st have sweet from sin and yet not die, Do thou it, in the first place, mortify.