How many men Have spent their blood in their dear country's service, Yet now pine under want; while selfish slaves, That even would cut their throats whom now they fawn on, Like deadly locusts, eat the honey up, Which those industrious bees so hardly toil'd for.
The revery alone will do If bees are few.
Bee not a Baker, if your head be of butter.
If I could relive my life, what I would do is work with scientists. But not one scientist, because they're locked into their little specializations. I'd go from scientist to scientist to scientist, like a bee goes from flower to flower.
You never can tell with bees.
The honey is sweet, but the Bee stings.
There is nothing to be found in a beehive that is not submerged in a bee. And yet you can search a bee forever with cyclotron and fluoroscope, and you will never find the hive.
Worker bees can leave. Even drones can fly away. The Queen is their slave.
The flowers are full of honey, but only the bee finds out the sweetness.
Because life goes on, L. The birds do their thing, and the bees do theirs. Seeds get scattered, and everything grows back.
Like bees creating a beehive or ants creating an anthill we're all moving along creating something and we're not sure what it is.
Glory, glory, said the Bee, Hallelujah, said the Flea. Praise the Lord, remarked the Wren. At springtime all is born-again.
The role of third parties is to sting like a bee, then die.
I've found my missin' piece So grease my knees and fleece my bees I've found my missin' piece!
I love Donna Summer, and I love ABBA. I love late 70s disco. I love the Bee Gees. I just love that period of recording.
Bees are a good omen to Kings, for they signify an obsequious people.
Read like a butterfly, write like a bee.
never forget this moment, the hum of the bee, the saffron threads of the flower, the drawn blinds, nature's assiduousness and human cruelty.
If Atomes are as small, as small can bee,They must in quantity of Matter all agree
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.