Vos vobis

THE painefull Bee, when many a bitter shower,
And storme had felt, farre from his hiue away,
To seeke the sweetest Hunny-bearing flower,
That might be found and was the pride of May:
Heere lighting on the fair'st he mought espie,
Is beate by Drones, the waspe and butterflie.

So men there are sometimes of good desert,
Who painfully haue labour'd for the hiue,
Yet must they with their merit stand apart,
And giue a farre inferior leaue to thriue:
Or be perhaps, (if gotten into grace)
By waspish Envie, beaten out of place.