The Bee, Though It Finds

Give Me A Chance, Says Stupid, And I Will Show You. Ten To One He Has Had His Chance Already, And Neglected It.

The Bee, Though It Finds Every Rose Has A Thorn, Comes Back Loaded With Honey From His Rambles; And Why Should Not Other Tourists Do The Same?

Coerced Innocence Is Like An Imprisoned Lark,--open The Door, And It Is Off Forever. The Bird That Roams Through The Sky And The Groves Unrestrained Knows How To Dodge The Hawk And Protect Itself; But The Caged One, The Moment It Leaves Its Bars And Bolts Behind, Is Pounced Upon By The Fowler Or The Vulture.

Contentment Is, After All, Simply Refined Indolence.

Wise Men, Like Wine, Are Best When Old; Pretty Women, Like Bread, Are Best When Young.