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We see spiders, flies or ants entombed and preserved forever in amber, a more than royal tomb. - Francis Bacon, Historia Vitoe et Mortis It was prettily devised of Aesop: The fly sat upon the axle-tree of the chariot-wheel, and said, What a dust do I raise! - Francis Bacon, Of Vain Glory, attributed to Aesop but found in "Fables" of Laurentius Abstemius 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. - Francis Bacon, Sylvia Sylvarum (century I, experiment 100) And it shall come to pass in that day, that the Lord shall hiss for the fly that is in the uttermost part of the rivers of Egypt, and for the bee that is in the land of Assyria. - Bible, Isaiah (ch. VII, v. 18) Make yourself honey and the flies will devour you. [Sp., Haceos miel, y paparos han moscas.] - Cervantes (Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra), Don Quixote (II, 43) BUY VARYING HARE USED BOOK The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets. - John Gay, The Beggar's Opera (act II, sc. 2, l. 35) To a boyling pot flies comes not. [To a boiling pot flies come not.] - George Herbert, Jacula Prudentum I saw a flie within a beade Of amber cleanly buried. - Robert Herrick, The Amber Bead A fly sat on the chariot wheel And said "what a dust I raise." - Jean de la Fontaine, Fables (bk. VII, 9) Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me and drink as I! Freely welcome to my cup, Could'st thou sip and sip it up; Make the most of life you may; Life is short and wears away. - William Oldys, The Fly Baby bye Here's a fly, Let us watch him, you and I, How he crawls Up the walls Yet he never falls. - Theodore Tilton, Baby Bye 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. - Charles Tennyson Turner, On Finding a Small Fly Crushed in a Book
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