Classic Poem

They that haue skil to keep, and nourish Bees,
Do hold that Hiue wherein most noyse they make
To be the best, or with them best agrees
Who, to the same, most honied Riches rake:
But they that haue the charge of humane Swarmes
Do hold them happiest when they quietst be:
And furthest off from vproares, and Alarms,
As hauing honied Sufficiency!
Sufficiency, the Nurse of Rest, and Peace:
For excesse breeds excesse of Sin, and Shame:
And Sin, and Shame do wars, and Woes increase:
Where, Wasps make honied Ritches spoile, their game:
Then, in our treble Hiues of treble Realmes,
We want no peace, because we want Extreames.