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