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Rh Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily flattering words, came slowly fluttering by. With humming wings she hung aloft, then nearer and nearer drew. Thinking only of her crested head and gold and purple hue: Thinking only of her brilliant wings, poor silly thing! at last, Up jump'd the cruel Spider, and firmly held her fast!

He dragg'd her up his winding stair, into his dismal den, Within his little parlour; but she ne'er came down again. And now, my pretty maidens, who may this story hear, To silly, idle, flattering words, I pray you ne'er give ear; Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye, And learn a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.

 

, flying, swimming ever, On the restless sea dwell I; Boatmen say, "There goes a diver;" Landsmen, "'Tis a bird of prey." 