Bees Quote by Edmund Spenser Download Open image “Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.” — Edmund Spenser ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.7 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Bees Being free Fetters Freedom Golden
“The bee has round it a mysterious inscription, which has been variously interpreted. It contains an allusion to beeswax, and one scholar has suggested that the tesserae were druggists’ tokens for the purpose of advertising the sale of beeswax. Another explanation is that the inscription might be one of the mysterious magic formulae used as charms, and that the tokens… — Hilda M. Ransome Copy Share
“And now you ask in your heart, ‘How shall we distinguish that which is pleasurable from that which is not?’ Go to your fields… — Brian Tracy Copy Share Image
Bees are animals who want above all to be free, who you can only woo with sweetness, but which you can't own. The basis… — Alice Rohrwacher Copy Share Image
And now you ask in your heart, ‘How shall we distinguish that which is good in pleasure from that which is not good?’ Go… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
“At the edge of the lot, wildflowers had taken over, forming a thick border. I stopped to pick a bouquet of gold buttercups and… — Mary Simses Copy Share Image
For when I had brought them into the land, for the which I lifted up mine hand to give it to them, then they… — Bible Copy Share Image
Comfort was allowed to come to them rare, welcome, unsought: a gift like joy. — Ursula K LeGuin Copy Share Image
“There is a pleasure a bee takes in collecting nectar and piling it into a hive. It knows well that the chores involved in… — Gloria D. Gonsalves Copy Share Image
“There was great hunger and rough dominance, but all of that was mediated by a wellspring of consideration and caring. It was the yin… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“All this world's glory seemeth vain to me, And all their shows but shadows, saving she.” — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Much can they praise the trees so straight and high, The sailing pine,the cedar proud and tall, The vine-prop elm, the poplar never dry,… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“The whiles some one did chaunt this louely lay; Ah see, who so faire thing doest faine to see, In springing flowre the image… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“There is nothing lost, but may be found, if sought. (No hay nada perdido, que no pueda encontrarse, si se lo busca)” — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“It is the mynd, that maketh good or ill, That maketh wretch or happie, rich or poore: For some, that hath abundance at his… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair — Edmund Spenser 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
It is hard to imagine a world without bees. It would be even harder to live in it. — Barry Gardiner 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
