A Bee from
Mount Hymettus, the queen of the hive, ascended to Olympus to present Jupiter
some honey fresh from her combs. Jupiter, delighted with the offering of honey,
promised to give whatever she should ask. She therefore besought him, saying, "Give
me, I pray thee, a sting, that if any mortal shall approach to take my honey, I
may kill him." Jupiter was much displeased, for he loved the race of man,
but could not refuse the request because of his promise. He thus answered the
Bee: "You shall have your request, but it will be at the peril of your own
life. For if you use your sting, it shall remain in the wound you make, and
then you will die from the loss of it."
Evil
wishes, like chickens, come home to roost.
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