[Poem 1]
In youth before I waxed old,
The blynd boy Venus baby,
For want of cunning made me bold,
In bitter hyve to grope for honny.
But when he saw me stung and cry,
He tooke his wings and away did fly.
[Poem 2]
In this stanza, the poet is stung by the bee, and what follows is a story of Cupid being stung by the bee. 
 One presumes that the poet does not intend us to take this to mean that love made him go looking for actual bee-hives and honey. He is “groping” for love (honey) in the bitter bee-hive of his beloved’s heart… or something like that.
Anacreontics