An argosy of fables/English fables/The Butterfly and the Bee

by William Lisle Bowles

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THE BUTTERFLY AND THE BEE

METHOUGHT I heard a butterfly
Say to a labouring bee:
"Thou hast no colours of the sky
On painted wings like me."

"Poor child of vanity! those dyes,
And colours bright and rare,"
With mild reproach, the bee replies,
"Are all beneath my care.

"Content I toil from morn to eve,
And scorning idleness,
To tribes of gaudy sloth I leave
The vanity of dress."

(William Lisle Bowles.)