“Νὺν δὲ γε ὃτε οὐκ ἔστι γιγνόμενος, ὡς δὴ φαμὲν, ἔν ταῖς πόλεσι βασιλεὺς, οἱ~υς ἐν σμήνεσιν, εμφυέται, τό,τε σῶμα εὐθὺς καὶ τὴν ψυχὴν διαφέρων,” κ. τ. λ. “There is not born, as we say, in cities a king such as is naturally produced in hives, decidedly differing both in body and soul.” Xenophon’s _Cyropædia_ (bk. v. c. 1, § 23) declares of his hero,— “Βασιλεὺς μὲν γὰρ ἔμοιγε δοκεῖς σὺ φυσεί πεφυκέναι, οὐδὲν ἤττον η ἐν τῳ σμῆνει φυόμενος τῶν μελιττῶν ἡγεμών.” “Thou seemest to me to have been formed a king by nature, no less than he who in the hive is formed general of the bees.” In his _Georgics_ Virgil always considers the chief bee to be a king, as iv. 75,— “Et circa regem atque ipsa ad prætoria densæ Miscentur, magnisque vocant clamoribus hostem.”[156] “And thick around the king, and before the royal tent They crowd, and with mighty din call forth the foe.” Alciat’s 148th Emblem (edition 1581, p. 528, or edition 1551, p. 161) sets forth the clemency of a prince; but the description relates to wasps, not bees,— Principis clementia. [Illustration: _Alciat, 1551._] _Veſparũ quòd nulla vnquam Rex ſpicula figet: Quodque aliis duplo corpore maior erit. Arguet imperium clemens, moderataque, regna, Sanctaque indicibus credita iura bonis_. “That the king of the wasps will never his sting infix; And that by double the size of body he is larger than others, This argues a merciful empire and well-ordered rule, And sacred laws to good judges entrusted.” Whitney’s stanzas (p. 200), dedicated to “Richard Cotton, Esquier,” of Combermere, Cheshire, are original writing, not a translation. We will take the chief part of them; the motto being, “To every one his native land is dear.” _Patria cuique chara._ _To_ RICHARDE COTTON _Eſquier_. [Illustration: _Whitney, 1586._] “The bees at lengthe retourne into their hiue, When they haue suck’d the sweete of FLORAS bloomes; And with one minde their worke they doe contriue, And laden come with honie to their roomes: A worke of arte; and yet no arte of man, Can worke, this worke; these little creatures can. The maister bee, within the midst dothe liue, In fairest roome, and most of stature is; And euerie one to him dothe reuerence giue, And in the hiue with him doe liue in blisse: Hee hath no stinge, yet none can doe him harme, For with their strengthe, the rest about him swarme. Lo, natures force within these creatures small, Some, all the daye the honie home doe beare. And some, farre off on flowers freshe doe fall, Yet all at nighte vnto their home repaire: And euerie one, her proper hiue doth knowe Althoughe there stande a thousande on a rowe.