“The flower doesn’t dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.”

“The bee and the serpent often sip from the selfsame flower.”

“You are like one of your bees, going from flower to flower, sampling the nectar of this and that.”

“Bee, why are you staring at me? I am not a flower??”

“They built a temple for the God,
'Twas in a myrtle grove,
Where the bee and the butterfly
Vied for each blossom's love.”

“Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.”

“The lovely flowers
embarrass me.
They make me regret
I am not a bee…”

“Oh, call my brother back to me!
I cannot play alone:
The summer comes with flower and bee,—
Where is my brother gone?”

“A comely olde man as busie as a bee.”

“Her mouth is a honey-blossom,
No doubt, as the poet sings;
But within her lips, the petals,
Lurks a cruel bee that stings.”