Flies

 

Baby bye
Here's a fly,
Let us watch him. you and I,
How he crawls
Up the walls
Yet he never falls.

Flies are insects of the order Diptera (di = two, and ptera = wings). They possess a pair of wings on the mesothorax and a pair of halteres, derived from the hind wings, on the metathorax. The presence of a single pair of wings distinguishes true flies from other insects with "fly" in their name.

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• God in His wisdom made the fly
  And then forgot to tell us why.
  • Ogden Nash, The Fly, reported in John MacKay Shaw, Childhood in Poetry (1967), Volume 3, p. 1856.

Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations

Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 282.

• We see spiders, flies, or ants entombed and preserved forever in amber, a more than royal tomb.
  • Francis Bacon, Historia Vitæ et Mortis.

• 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!
  • Francis Bacon, Of Vain-Glory, attributed to Æsop 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.

• Haceos miel, y paparos han moscas.
  • Make yourself honey and the flies will devour you.
  • Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote, II. 43.

• The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.
  • John Gay, The Beggar's Opera, Act II, scene 2, line 35.

• To a boiling pot flies come not.
  • George Herbert, Jacula Prudentum (1651).

• I saw a flie within a beade
  Of amber cleanly buried.
  • Robert Herrick, The Amber Bead.

• The Lord shall hiss for the fly that is in the uttermost part of the rivers of Egypt.
  • Isaiah, VII. 18.

• A fly sat on the chariot wheel
  And said "what a dust I raise."
  • Jean de La Fontaine, Fables, Book VII. 9. Phædrus, III. 6. Musca et Mula.

• 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.

• 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.

• 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.