dung beetle with wings spread.)
Gently, gently, go easy, beetle; don't start off so proudly, or
trust at first too greatly to your powers; wait till you have sweated,
till the beating of your wings shall make your limb joints supple.
Above all things, don't let off some foul smell. I adjure you; else
I would rather have you stay right in the stable.
But why start up into the air on chance?
'Tis for the weal of all the Greeks; I am attempting a daring