Anger seeks its prey, Something to tear with sharp-edged tooth and claw, Likes not to go off hungry, leaving Love To feast on milk and honeycomb at will.
He is not worthy of the honeycomb That shuns the hives because the bees have stings.Attributed to William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of Locrine (1595) III, II. 39. Shakespeare Apocrypha.
The little bee returns with evening's gloom, To join her comrades in the braided hive, Where, housed beside their mighty honey-comb, They dream their polity shall long survive.Charles Tennyson Turner, A Summer Night in the Bee Hive.
Caliban : As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er! Prospero: For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.Scene ii
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