It Is Not The Bee's Touching On

The Malcontent Is Neither Well, Full Nor Fasting; And Though He Abounds With Complaints, Yet Nothing Dislikes Him But The Present; For What He Condemns While It Was, Once Passed, He Magnifies And Strives To Recall It Out Of The Jaw Of Time. What He Hath He Seeth Not, His Eyes Are So Taken Up With What He Wants; And What He Sees He Careth Not For, Because Be Cares So Much For That Which Is Not.

...covetousness, Looking More At What We Would Have Than At What We Have.

Sorrows, Because They Are Lingering Guests, I Will Entertain But Moderately, Knowing That The More They Are Made Of The Longer They Will Continue: And For Pleasures, Because They Stay Not, And Do But Call To Drink At My Door, I Will Use Them As Passengers With Slight Respect. He Is His Own Best Friend That Makes The Least Of Both Of Them.

I Have Seldom Seen Much Ostentation And Much Learning Met Together. The Sun, Rising And Declining, Makes Long Shadows; At Mid Day, When He Is Highest, None At All.

Revenge Commonly Hurts Both The Offerer And Sufferer; As We See In A Foolish Bee, Which In Her Anger Invenometh The Flesh And Loseth Her Sting, And So Lives A Drone Ever After.