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! BaconOf 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. BaconSylvia Sylvarum. Century I. Experiment 100.
Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me and drink as I! Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up; Make the most of life you may; Life is short and wears away. William OldysThe 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) TurnerOn Finding a Small Fly Crushed in a Book.