So work the honey-bees;   Creatures, by a rule in nature teach     The art of order to a peopled kingdom.       They have a king and officers of sorts;         Where some, like magistrates, correct at home;           Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad;             Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings,               Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds;                 Which pillage they, with merry march, bring home,                   To the tent royal of their emperor;                     Who, busied in his majesty, surveys                       The singing masons building roofs of gold;                         The civil citizens kneading up the honey;                           The poor mechanic porters crowding in                             Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate;                               The sad-ey'd justice, with his surly hum,                                 Delivering o'er to executors pale                                   The lazy yawning drone.       - William Shakespeare
