‘Bee vomit,’ my brother said once, ‘that’s all honey is,’ so that I could not put my tongue to its jellied flame without tasting regurgitated blossoms.
In India we have a saying that the fly sits on the filth as well as the honey, but the bee seeks only the honey and avoids the filth.
Wiser far than human seer, yellow-breeched philosopher! Seeing only what is fair, Sipping only what is sweet. Thou dost mock at fate and care, Leave the chaff, and take the wheat.
The queen lives in Egyptian darkness and stately seclusion of the royal apartments, with none about her but plebeian servants, who give her empty lip-affection in place of the love which her heart hungers for; who spy upon her in the interest of her waiting heirs, and report and exaggerate her defects and deficiencies to […]
You passionate, Powdery Pastoral bandits, Who gave you your Roaming and Rollicking mandates? Come out of my Foxglove; come Out of my roses You bees with the Plushy and Plausible noses!
Hundreds of bees are drowned every day, and other hundreds are eaten by birds, and it is the queen’s business to keep the population up to standard.
Bees work for man, and yet they never bruise Their master’s flower, but leave it having done, As fair as ever and fit to use; So both the flower doth stay, and honey run.
If any old farmer can keep and hive me, Then any old drone may catch and wife me; I’m sorry for creatures who cannot pair On a gorgeous day in the upper air, I’m sorry for cows that have to boast Of affairs they’ve had by parcel post, I’m sorry for a man with his […]
Bees are not as busy as we think they are. They just can’t buzz any slower.
According to classical aerodynamics, it is impossible for a bumblebee to fly.