The Flies
Say, sire of insects, mighty Sol, (A fly upon the chariot-pole Cries out) What blue-bottle alive Did ever with such fury drive? Tell Beelzebub, great Father, tell, (Says th' other perch'd upon the wheel) Did ever any mortal fly Raise such a cloud of dust as I? My judgement turn'd the whole debate; My valour sayed the sinking state. To talk two idle buzzing things, Toss up their heads, and stretch their wings. But let the truth to light be brought, This neither spoke nor th' other fought; No merit in their own behaviour; Both raised but by their party's favour.
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"Say, sire of insects, mighty Sol,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Matthew Prior delivers a powerful performance in "The Flies"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...