Matthew Prior. Poems on Several Occasions | ||
The FLIES.
Say, Sire of Insects, mighty Sol
(A Fly upon the Chariot-Pole
Cries out) what Blew-Bottle alive
Did ever with such Fury drive?
Tell, Belzebub, Great Father, tell
(Says t'other, perch'd upon the Wheel)
Did ever any Mortal Fly
Raise such a Cloud of Dust, as I?
(A Fly upon the Chariot-Pole
Cries out) what Blew-Bottle alive
Did ever with such Fury drive?
Tell, Belzebub, Great Father, tell
(Says t'other, perch'd upon the Wheel)
Did ever any Mortal Fly
Raise such a Cloud of Dust, as I?
My Judgment turn'd the whole Debate:
My Valor sav'd the sinking State.
So 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 t'other fought:
No Merit in their own Behav'or:
Both rais'd, but by their Party's Favor.
My Valor sav'd the sinking State.
So 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 t'other fought:
No Merit in their own Behav'or:
Both rais'd, but by their Party's Favor.
Matthew Prior. Poems on Several Occasions | ||