How like the leper, with his own sad cry
Enforcing his own solitude, it tolls!
That lonely bell set in the rushing shoals,
To warn us from the place of jeopardy!
BENEFITS
(See also Gifts, Philanthropy)
A benefit consists not in what is done or given, but in the intention of the giver or doer.
A benefit is estimated according to the mind of the giver.
Let him that hath done the good office conceal it; let him that hath received it disclose it.
Inopi beneficium bis dat, qui dat celeriter.
He gives a benefit twice who gives quickly.
Syrus, in the collection of proverbs known as
the Proverbs of Seneca.
Beneficia usque eo Iseta sunt dum videntur
exsolvi posse; ubi multum antevenere pro gratia
odium redditur.
Benefits are acceptable, while the receiver thinks he may return them; but once exceeding that, hatred is given instead of thanks.
BIRCH (TREE)
Betula
Rippling through thy branches goes the sunshine,
Among thy leaves that palpitate forever,
And in thee, a pining nymph had prisoned
The soul, once of some tremulous inland river,
Quivering to tell her woe, but ah! dumb, dumb
forever.
BIRDS
(Unclassified)
Birds of a feather will gather together.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last.
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
The nightingale has a lyre of gold,
The lark's is a clarion call,
And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute,
But I love him best of all.
For his song is all the joy of life,
And we in the mad spring weather,
We two have listened till he sang
Our hearts and lips together.
When the swallows homeward fly,
When the roses scattered he,
When from neither hill or dale,
Chants the silvery nightingale:
In these words my bleeding heart
Would to thee its grief impart;
When I thus thy image lose
Can I, ah! can I, e'er know repose?
Rara avis in terris, nigroque siniillima cygno.
A rare bird upon the earth, and exceedingly like a black swan.
Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these?
Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught
The dialect they speak, where melodies
Alone are the interpreters of thought?
Whose household words are songs in many keys,
Sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught!