ఈ పుట ఆమోదించబడ్డది
And martial exercise : when, like the bee,
Culling from every flower the virtuous sweets,
Our thighs packed with wax, our mouths with honey,
We bring it to the hive ; and, like the bees,
Are murdered for our pains. This bitter taste
Yield his engrossments to the eliding father. 18
HENRY V. Act 1II. Sc. V1I.
We are in God's hand, brother, not in theirs : 19
Act. v. Sc. ii.
A good leg will fall ; a straight back will stoop ; a
black beard will turn white ; a curled pate will grow
bald ; a fair face will wither ; a full eye will wax hol-
low : but a good heart, is the sun and the moon ;. or
rather the sun and not the moon; for it shines bright
and never changes, but keeps his course truly. 20
