Where the bee sucks...

ARIEL

Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough

Shakespeare's The Tempest, 1610:

Couldn't choose today so there are a few more here