Classic Poem

The busie bee most working , thriving spirit,
Heroick heart you rightly doe inhence
On whom when we doe but our eyes reflect,
Most nobly working still in worth select,
Admiredly we finde you, and thereby
Shew you your selfe fitted for places high.

Be you most working still, and so ensue
O that thrice noble vertue to each view;
Working still forward with such diligence,
Richly the Embleme of true labour hence;
Keeping your course as you begin to doe,
Each one with admiration you will shew.