The Fly by William Oldys

An Anacreontick

Busy, curious, thirsty Fly,
Gently drink, 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.

Just alike, both mine and thine,
Hasten quick to their Decline;
Thine’s a Summer, mine’s no more,
Though repeated to threescore;
Threescore Summers, when they’re gone,
Will appear as short as one.

From: Oldys, William, A Literary Antiquary. Memoir of William Oldys, Esq., Norroy King-At-Arms. Together with his Diary, Choice Notes from his Adversaria, and an Account of the London Libraries, 1862, Spottiswood and Co: London, p. xiii.
(http://books.google.com.au/books?id=MmAJAAAAQAAJ)

Date: 1732

By: William Oldys (1696-1761)

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