I.

Pretty! lost! advent'rous Bee!
How pitiful thy case!
A world of wealth was offer'd thee,
But av'rice would not let thee see,
The charms in Celia 's face.

II.

Keenly ey'd with lover's care,
Thou had'st not lost her kiss!
But halting at her lips, for more,
Supply'd thyself with honied store,
From magazines of bliss.