I am perfectly willing to share the room with a fly, as long as he is patrolling that portion of the room I don't occupy. But if he starts that smart-ass fly shit, buzzing my head and repeatedly landing on my arm, he is engaging in high-risk behavior.
God in His wisdom made the flyAnd then forgot to tell us why.
Flies enter an open mouth.
We see spiders, flies, or ants entombed and preserved forever in amber, a more than royal tomb.
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!
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.
The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.
To a boiling pot flies come not.
I saw a flie within a beadeOf amber cleanly buried.
The Lord shall hiss for the fly that is in the uttermost part of the rivers of Egypt.
A fly sat on the chariot wheelAnd said "what a dust I raise."
Busy, curious, thirsty fly,Life is short and wears away.
Oh! that the memories which survive us hereNow thou art gone.
Baby bye Yet he never falls.