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On a Fly that was drown'd in a Ladies Mouth.
How durst thou leave thy little home,Presumptuously to dare thy doom?
Or would'st thou revel in the Air?
Half drunk with sipping Flowers fair,
And seek out for a Place of Rest
Until the Morn, to ease thy Breast;
Was it thy Pride to mount so high?
To perish bravely in the Sky?
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To out-do Phaeton in his fall?
'Twas nobly done, and thou shalt be
Talk'd of by Posterity:
Thy fellow Creatures that survive may have
Ignoble life, but thou a Noble grave.
Poems Upon Several Occasions | ||