Fable XXIII. The Bee and the Fly

A Bee one day perceired a fly near her hive, what business hast thou there, said she, with a furious tone? it weir becomes thee truly, vile creature, to mix with the sovereigns of the air. thou art in the right, replied the fly coldly; one is always to blame for coming nigh fo fiery a nation as yours, nothing can exceed our wisdom, said the bee; we alone have laws, and a well-ordered commonwealth; we gather none but odoriferous flowers; we make nothing but deli* cious honey, which equals the very neflar. get shee out of my presence, nasty, impertinent fly, who dost nothing but buz, and seek thy living in ordure, we live as we may, replied the fly; poverty is no vice, but passion is a great one; you make honey, which is sweet, but your heart is still bitter; you are wife in your laws, but violent in your condudl; your paflion, which flings your enemies, is death to you; and your fool* ish cruelty does more hurt to yourselves than to any i>ody. it is better to have less fliiniog qualities with more moderation.

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SILK-WORMS.