Say, sire of insects, mighty Sol, <br />(A fly upon the chariot-pole <br />Cries out) What blue-bottle alive <br />Did ever with such fury drive? <br />Tell Beelzebub, great Father, tell, <br />(Says th' other perch'd upon the wheel) <br />Did ever any mortal fly <br />Raise such a cloud of dust as I? <br />My judgement turn'd the whole debate; <br />My valour sayed the sinking state. <br />To talk two idle buzzing things, <br />Toss up their heads, and stretch their wings. <br />But let the truth to light be brought, <br />This neither spoke nor th' other fought; <br />No merit in their own behaviour; <br />Both raised but by their party's favour.<br /><br />Matthew Prior<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-flies-2/
