The qualities all in a bee that we meet, In an epigram never should fail; The body should always be little and sweet, And a sting should be felt in its tail.
To know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long.
Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
The soft whispers of the God in man.
As soon as we have found the key of life, it opens the gates of death.
And all may do what has by man been done.