The honey-bee that wanders all day long
The field, the woodland, and the garden o'er,
To gather in his fragrant winter store,
Humming in calm content his winter song,
Seeks not alone the rose's glowing breast,
The lily's dainty cup, the violets lips,
But from all rank and noxious weeds he sips
The single drop of sweetness closely pressed
Within the poison chalice.

a. ANNE C. LYNCH BOTTA-The Lesson of the Bee.

Fair insect! that with threadlike legs spread out,

And blood-extracting bill and filmy wing, Dost murmur, as thou slowly sail'st about;

In pitiless ears full many a plaintive thing, And tell how little our large veins should bleed,

Would we but yield them to thy bitter need. b. BRYANT-To a Mosquito.

What gained we, little moth? Thy ashes, Thy one brief parting pang may show: And withering thoughts for soul that dashes From deep to deep, are but a death more slow.

So work the honey-bees; Creatures, that, by a rule in nature, teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king, and officers of sorts: Where some like magistrates, correct at home;

Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad;
Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings,
Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds;
Which pillage they with merry march bring
home

To the tent-royal of their emperor:
Who, busied in his majesties, surveys
The singing masons building roofs of gold;
The civil citizens kneading up the honey;
The poor mechanic porters crowding in
Their heavy burthens at his narrow gate;
The sad-ey'd justice, with his surly hum,
Delivering o'er to executors pale
The lazy yawning drone.

S. Henry V. Act I. Sc. 2.

k.

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk;
The best of life is but intoxication:
Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are
sunk

The hopes, of all men and of every nation;

Without their sap, how branchless were the trunk

Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion:

But to return,-Get very drunk; and when You wake with headache, you shall see what then.

d. BYRON-Don Juan. Canto II.

St. 229. Ha!-see where the wild-blazing Grog-Shop

Othello. Act II. Sc. 2.

O that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts! gr. Othello. Act II. Sc. 3.

Oli.-What's a drunken man like, fool? Clo. Like a drowned man, a fool and a madman; one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.

Of all the passions, jealousy is that which exacts the hardest service, and pays the bitterest wages. Its service is to watch the success of our enemy; its wages-to be sure of it.

e. C. C. COLTON--Lacon.

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.

j. GEORGE ELIOT-The Mill on the Floss. Bk. I. Ch. X. Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

GEORGE ELIOT-The Mill on the Floss. Bk. VI. Ch. XI.

J.

I perchance, am vicious in my guess, As, I confess, it is my nature's plague To spy into abuses; and, oft, my jealousy Shapes faults that are not.

m. Othello. Act III. Sc. 3.

Jealous souls will not be answer'd so; They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous.

n.

Othello. Act III. Sc. 4.

O, beware, my lord of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock

The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in

Are to the jealous confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ.

q. Othello. Act III. Sc. 3.

Entire affection hateth nicer hands.
SPENSER-Faerie Queen. Bk. I.
Canto VIII. St. 40.

r.

But through the heart Should jealousy its venom once diffuse, 'Tis then delightful misery no more, But agony unmixed, incessant gall, Corroding every thought, and blasting all Love's paradise.

S.

THOMSON-The Seasons. Spring.
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