the pineapples, in triple row,

were basking hot, and all in blow.

a bee of most deserving taste

perceived the fragrance as he pass'd.

on eager wing the spoiler came,

and searched for crannies in the frame,

urged his attempt on every side,

to every pane his trunk applied;

but still in vain, the frame was tight,

and only pervious to the light:

thus having wasted half the day,

he trimm'd his flight another way.

* * * * *

our dear delights are often such,

exposed to view, but not to touch;

the sight our foolish heart inflames,

we long for pineapples in frames;

with hopeless wish one looks and lingers;

one breaks the glass, and cuts his fingers;

but they whom truth and wisdom lead,

can gather honey from a weed.

william cowper