Marinda Poems and Translations upon Several Occasions [by Mary Monck] |
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The Butterfly.
To please a giddy Girl, my Amorous HeartAssumes new Forms, and varies Proteus' Part.
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'Tis now at last become a Butterfly:
Wing'd by the radiant Glories of her Eyes
In wanton Circles to its Ruin flies;
While flutt'ring round and round the dazling light,
It plyes and hovers near those Rays too bright,
Nor e'er the simple dang'rous Sport gives o'er,
Till first its Wings, then Life, the Flames devour.
O happy Insect! bless thy Fate; Expire,
To rise a Phœnix from so sweet a Fire.
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