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BOOK
IV.
HONEY, the gift of heav'n, aerial dew,
I Sing; Mæcenas! deign this part to view:
Replete with wonder trivial things I'll trace;
The dauntless leaders, manners of a race,
The studies, people, battles, I'll relate: 5
Slight is the subject, but the glory great;
If adverse Deities my labour spare,
And with his aid Apollo crown my pray'r.
First for your bees a seat and station find,
On every side impervious to the wind, 10
Else sweets will load their little thighs in vain:
Nor let the wanton kids, and wooly train,
Frisk,
