The lovely spot which thou dost see
In Celia's bosom was a bee,
Who built her amorous spicy nest
I' th' Hyblas¹ of her either breast;
But from close ivory hives, she flew
To suck the aromatic dew
Which from the neighbor vale distills,
Which parts those two twin-sister hills.
There feasting on ambrosial meat,
A rolling file of balmy sweat,
    Yet still her shadow there remains
Confined to those Elysian plains,
With this strict law, that who shall lay
His bold lips on that milky way,
The sweet, and smart, from thence shall bring
Of the bee's honey, and her sting.

1.	Mount Hybla, in Sicily, was famous for the quality of the honey produced on its slopes.