Athlesse the cruell boy not so content,would needs the fly pursue:
And in his hand with heedlesse hardiment,him caught for to subdue.
But when on it he hasty hand did lay,the Bee him stung therefore:
Now out alasse (he cryde) and welaway,
I wounded am full sore:
The fly that I so much did scorne,hath hurt me with his little horne.
