Mary Collier

The greatest Heroes that the World can know, To Women their Original must owe.

Though we all day with care our work attend, Such is our fate, we know when ’twill end. When evening’s come, you homeward take your way. We, till our work is done, are forced to stay

So the industrious bees do hourly strive To bring their loads of honey to the hive; Their sordid owners always reap the gains, And poorly recompense their toils and pains.