The
PINE
APPLE
and
the
BEE
.
THE
pine
apples
in
triple
row
,
Were
basking
hot
and
all
in
blow
,
A
bee
of
most
discerning
taste
Perceiv'd
the
fragrance
as
he
pass'd
,
On
eager
wing
the
spoiler
came
,
And
search'd
for
crannies
in
the
frame
,
Urg'd
his
attempt
on
ev'ry
side
,
To
ev'ry
pane
his
trunk
applied
,
But
still
in
vain
,
the
frame
was
tight
And
only
pervious
to
the
light
.
Thus
having
wasted
half
the
day
,
He
trimmed
his
flight
another
way
.
Methinks
,
I
said
,
in
thee
I
find
The
sin
and
madness
of
mankind
;
To
joys
forbidden
man
aspires
,
Consumes
his
soul
with
vain
desires
;
Folly
the
spring
of
his
pursuit
,
And
disappointment
all
the
fruit
.
While
Cynthio
ogles
as
she
passes
The
nymph
between
two
chariot
glasses
,
She
is
the
pine
apple
,
and
he
The
silly
unsuccessful
bee
.
The
maid
who
views
with
pensive
air
The
show-glass
fraught
with
glitt'ring
ware
,
Sees
watches
,
bracelets
,
rings
,
and
lockets
,
But
sighs
at
thought
of
empty
pockets
,
Like
thine
her
appetite
is
keen
,
But
ah
the
cruel
glass
between
!
Our
dear
delights
are
often
such
,
Expos'd
to
view
but
not
to
touch
;
The
sight
our
foolish
heart
inflames
,
We
long
for
pine
apples
in
frames
,
With
hopeless
wish
one
looks
and
lingers
,
One
breaks
the
glass
and
cuts
his
fingers
,
But
they
whom
truth
and
wisdom
lead
,
Can
gather
honey
from
a
weed
.