Seeing only what is fair, Â Â Sipping only what is sweet, Â Â Â Â . . . . Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â a song from 1901
The careful insect 'midst his works I view, Â Â Now from the flowers exhaust the fragrant dew, Â Â Â Â With golden treasures load his little thighs, Â Â Â Â Â Â And steer his distant journey through the skies. Â Â Â Â Â Â - John Gay, Rural Sports (canto I, l. 82)