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Poem 94

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.

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Edmund Spenser

Edmund Spenser (1552/1553 – 13 January 1599) was an English poet best known for The Faerie Queene, an epic poem and fantastical allegory celebra…
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