9.548
Bianor
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Ye children of the ox, how wrong of you to kill Hermonax, the straying
baby boy. The poor child, in the innocence of his heart, went to you
thinking you were bees, and you proved worse than vipers. Instead of
giving him a dainty feast you drove your murderous stings into him,
bitter bees, contrary in nature to your sweet gifts.
9.302
Antipater of Thessalonica
[No Title]
Bees, ye savage pack, ye killed baby Hermonax as he was creeping to your
hive in quest of honey. Often had he been fed by you, and now, alas! ye
have stung him to death. If we speak evil of serpents' nests, learn from
Lysidice and Amyntor not to praise hives either. They, too, have in them
bitter honey.