The 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.
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.