¶ The xij fable is of the Bee and of Jupiter
Ow the euyl which men wyſſhe to
other / cometh to hym whiche
wyſſheth hit / as hit appiereth by
this fable / of a Bee whiche offred
and gaf to Jupyter a pyce of hony /
wherof Jupyter was moche Joyous / And thenne
Jupyter ſayd to the bee / demaunde of me what
thow wylt / and I ſhalle graunte and gyue hit to
the gladly / And thenne the Bee prayed hym in
this manere / God almyghty I pray the that thow
wylt gyue to me and graūte / that who ſo euer
ſhal come for to take awey my hony / yf I pryke
hym / he may ſodenly deye / And by cauſe that
Jupyter loued the humayn lygnage he ſayd to
the Bee / Suffyſe the / that who ſo euer ſhalle
goo to take thy hony / yf thow pryke or ſtynge
hym / Incontynent thow ſhalt deye / And thus
her prayer was tourned to her grete dommage /
For men ought not to demaude of god / but ſuche
thynges that ben good and honeſt
