Nectarous

As bees in early summer swarm apace / through flowery fields, when forth from dale and dell / they lead the full-grown offspring of the race, / or with the liquid honey store each cell, / and make the teeming hive with nectarous sweets to swell. / These ease the comers of their loads, those drive / the drones afar. The busy work each plies, / and sweet with thyme and honey smells the hive.

Sylphs! if at noon the Fritillary droops, / With drops nectarous hang her nodding cups […].

Then did you, chivalrous Terence, hand forth, as to the manner born, that nectarous beverage.