Bees work for man; and yet they never bruise
Their master’s flower, but leave it, having done,
As fair as ever, and as fit to use;
So both the flower doth stay, and hony run.
~from George Herbert’s “Providence”
|
||||||
Bees work for man; and yet they never bruise ~from George Herbert’s “Providence” |
||||||
Copyright © 2018 The O-Files - All Rights Reserved |