148 FLIES. 



Lo I my counsel nought avails ; 

 Round, and round, and round it sails ; 

 Sails with idle unconcern, 

 Prithee trifler, canst thou burn? 

 Madly heedless as thou art, 

 TCnow thy danger, and depart. 

 Why persist ? — I plead in vain : 

 •' Sing'd it falls, and writhes in pain. 



Is not this, deny — who can ? 

 Is not this a draught of man f 

 Like the fly, he rashly tries, ♦ 



Pleasure's burning sphere, and dies. 

 Vain the friendly caution still ! 

 He rebels, alas ! and will. 

 What I sing, let pride apply. 

 Flies are weak, and Man's a Fly. 



Anonymous. 



Another Address to a Fly. 



Busy, curious, thirsty Fly, 

 Drink with me, and drink as I ! 

 Freely welcome to my cup, 

 Could'st thou sip, and sip it up. 

 Make the most of life you may. 

 Life is short and wears away. 

 Both ahke are mine and thine, 

 Hast'ning quick to their decline : 



