The thievish Love

The thievish Love, -- a cruel bee once stung him,

as he was rifling honey from the hives,

and pricked his finger-tips all; then he was in pain,

and blew upon his hand, and leaped,

and stamped the ground.

And then he showed his hurt to Aphrodite,

and made much complaint, how that the bee is a tiny creature,

and yet what wounds it deals!

And his mother laughed out, and said,

"Art thou not even such a creature as the bees,

for tiny art thou, but what wounds thou dealest!"