Bees Quotes

“As busie as a Bee.”

“Forget not bees in winter, though they sleep.”

“Ingentes animos angusto in pectore versant.”

“Bee”

“In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true
From pois'nous herbs extracts the healing dew?”

“The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.”

“Hi motus animorum atque haec certamina tanta
Pulveris exigui jactu compressa quiescunt.”

“His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!”

“Seeing only what is fair,
Sipping only what is sweet,
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Leave the chaff, and take the wheat.”

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“How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower.”

“For pitty, Sir, find out that Bee
Which bore my Love away
I'le seek him in your Bonnet brave,
He seek him in your eyes.”

“The solitary Bee
Whose buzzing was the only sound of life,
Flew there on restless wing,
Seeking in vain one blossom where to fix.”

“Listen! O, listen!
Here ever hum the golden bees
Underneath full-blossoined trees,
At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned.”

“"O bees, sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field
Is shining white with fragrant immortelles.
Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells."”

“The wild Bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing,
Now in a lily cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering.”

“Bees work for man, and yet they never bruise
Their Master's flower, but leave it having done,
As fair as ever and as fit to use;
So both the flower doth stay and honey run.”

“The little bee returns with evening's gloom,
To join her comrades in the braided hive,
Where, housed beside their mighty honey-comb,
They dream their polity shall long survive.”

“Burly, dozing humblebee,
Where thou art is clime for me.
Let them sail for Porto Rique,
Far-off heats through seas to seek.
I will follow thee alone,
Thou animated torrid-zone!”

“The careful insect 'midst his works I view,
Now from the flowers exhaust the fragrant dew,
With golden treasures load his little thighs,
And steer his distant journey through the skies.”