SONG, OCCASIONED BY A FLY DRINKING OUT OF A CUP OF ALE.

Busy, curious, thirsty fly,

Drink with me, and drink as I;

Freely welcome to my cup,

Couldst thou sip and sip it up.

Make the most of life you may--

Life is short, and wears away.

Both alike are, mine and thine,

Hastening quick to their decline:

Thine's a summer, mine no more,

Though repeated to threescore;

Threescore summers, when they're gone,

Will appear as short as one.

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