Flies

"We see spiders, flies, or ants entombed and preserved forever in amber, a more than royal tomb."

"It was prettily devised of Æsop: The fly sat upon the axle-tree of the chariot-wheel, and said, What a dust do I raise!"

"Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me and drink as I! Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up; Make the most of life you may; Life is short and wears away."

"God in His wisdom made the fly And then forgot to tell us why."

"To a boiling pot flies come not."

"A fly sat on the chariot wheel And said "what a dust I raise."

"King James said to the fly, "Have I three kingdoms, and thou must needs fly into my eye?"

"We see how flies, and spiders, and the like, get a sepulchre in amber, more durable than the monument and embalming of the body of any king."

"The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets."

"I saw a flie within a beade Of amber cleanly buried."

"The Lord shall hiss for the fly that is in the uttermost part of the rivers of Egypt."

"Oh! that the memories, which survive us here, Were half so lovely as these wings of thine! Pure relics of a blameless life, that shine Now thou art gone."