In social matters, pointless conventions are not merely the bee sting of etiquette, but the snake bite of moral order.

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.

The snake will always bite back.

All the honey a bee gathers during its lifetime doesn't sweeten its sting

Things being at the worst, begin to mend; The bee when he hath shot his sting into your hand may then play with your eyelid.