Bees Quote by Benjamin Franklin Download Open image “Speak with contempt of none, from slave to king, The meanest Bee hath, and will use, a sting.” — Benjamin Franklin ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.6 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Bees Contempt Kings Poor richard Slave Speak Use
I here present thee with a hive of bees, laden some with wax, and some with honey. Fear not to approach! there are no… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
“In our hatred, we are like bees who must pay with their lives for the use of their stingers” — Friedrich Reck-Malleczewen Copy Share Image
Curse not the king, no not in thy thought; and curse not the rich in thy bedchamber, for a bird of the air shall… — Doris Lessing Copy Share Image
Lately I was near the beehives and some of the bees flew onto my face. I wanted to raise my hand, and brush them off. 'No,' said a peasant to me, 'do not be afraid, and do not touch them. They will not sting you at all, if you touch them they will bite you.' I trusted him; not one… — Saint Francis de Sales Copy Share
Bees are a good omen to Kings, for they signify an obsequious people. — Heinrich Cornelius Agrippa Copy Share Image
I have unlearned contempt; it is a sin that is engendered earliest in the soul, and doth beset it like a poison worm feeding… — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
A king who feared wasps once decreed that they were abolished. As it happened, they did him no harm. But he was eventually stung… — Idries Shah Copy Share Image
“...The world was really one bee yard, and the same rules work fine in both places. Don't be afraid, as no life-loving bee wants to sting you. Still, don't be an idiot; wear long sleeves and pants. Don't swat. Don't even think about swatting. If you feel angry, whistle. Anger agitates while whistling melts a bee's temper. Act like you… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share
Stand there, damn'd meddling villain, and be silent; For if thou utt'rest but a single word, A cough or hem, to cross me in… — Joanna Baillie Copy Share Image
Before Noah, men having only water to drink, could not find the truth. Accordingly...they became abominably wicked, and they were justly exterminated by the… — Benjamin Franklin Copy Share Image
Think of these things, whence you came, where you are going, and to whom you must account. — Benjamin Franklin Copy Share Image
Flowers are the alphabet of angels, whereby they write on the hills and fields mysterious truths. — Benjamin Franklin Copy Share Image
In the affairs of this world, men are saved not by faith, but by the want of it. — Benjamin Franklin Copy Share Image
By heaven we understand a state of happiness infinite in degree, and endless in duration. — Benjamin Franklin Copy Share Image
I have thought that wild flowers might be the alphabet of angels, — whereby they write on hills and fields mysterious truths, which it… — Benjamin Franklin Copy Share Image
How do you become better tomorrow? By improving yourself, the world is made better. Be not afraid of growing too slowly. Be afraid of… — Benjamin Franklin Copy Share Image
“But on the whole, though I never arrived at the perfection I had been so ambitious of obtaining, but fell far short of it,… — Benjamin Franklin Copy Share Image
The good particular men may do separately, in relieving the sick, is small, compared with what they may do collectively. — Benjamin Franklin Copy Share Image
Those who have not been stung will hardly fear a bee the same as those who have. — Sara Sheridan Copy Share Image
Pray look upon the plants and birds, the ants, spiders, and bees, and you will see them all exerting their nature, and busy in… — Marcus Aurelius Copy Share Image
You see, years ago I was just an ordinary bee minding my own business, smelling flowers all day, and occasionally picking up part-time work… — Norton Juster Copy Share Image
When I heard that the bees were in trouble, the fact that they're disappearing and not coming back to the hive, which is a… — Louie Schwartzberg Copy Share Image
Precise, graceful, and generous, the poems in SuperLoop, seem to be born out of a deep, careful attention and a profound compassion. Sometimes the… — Ada Limon Copy Share Image
The little bee returns with evening's gloom, To join her comrades in the braided hive, Where, housed beside their might honey-comb, They dream their… — Charles Tennyson Turner Copy Share Image
“This time of year, the purple blooms were busy with life- not just the bees, but butterflies and ladybugs, skippers and emerald-toned beetles, flitting… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share Image
My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep. — William Shenstone Copy Share Image
There are certain pursuits which, if not wholly poetic and true, do at least suggest a nobler and finer relation to nature than we… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image