For where's the state beneath the firmament
That doth excel the bees for government?
I hate grate talkers; i had rather hav a swarm of bees lite onto me.
The kind of lecture which I have been so kindly invited to give, and which now appears in book form, gives one a rare opportunity to allow the bees in one's bonnet to buzz even more noisily than usual.
Thats the trouble. all i wanted was a tumble in the hay. oh, boy, i said. ill bet that cute thing is fun and games. what he doesn't know about the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees, i can sure teach him
You’ve never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.
A people is not capable of governing itself. It ought to be governed by its elite. Namely, through that category of men born within its bosom who possess certain aptitudes and specialties. Just as the bees raise their "queen" a people must raise its elite. The multitude likewise, in its needs, appeals to its elite, the wise of the state.
As the birds do love the spring,
Or the bees their careful king
The very serpents bite their tails; the bees forget to sting,
For a language so celestial setteth up a wondering.
The Ancient Egyptians considered it good luck to meet a swarm of Bees on the road. What they considered bad luck I couldn't say.
