Theare is a seruant which I knowe
that is so vsd vnto the bowe
If he will shew his best of art
will neuer miss to hitt the hart,
He dayly feedes on ayre, and yett
his gutts are neuer full of it
He neuer speakes vnles you will
and when you please he wilbe still,
For doeinge of good seruice he
of late was hangd: what may he be.

There is a vsefull little creature
that is not what it was by Nature
It hath no leggs or feete or wing
only it hath a head and stinge
As you may yse it it is good
but wronge it and it fetcheth blood
And that which is the strangest thinge
cutt of the head and it will stinge.