TO FLAVIA

See! F LAVIA , see! that flutt'ring Thing
Skim round yon' flower with sportive wing,
Yet ne'er its sweets explore;
While, wiser, the industrious Bee
Extracts the honey from the tree,
And hives the precious store.

So You, with coy, coquettish art,
Play wanton round your Lover's heart,
Insensible and free:
Love's balmy blessing would you try,
No longer sport a Butterfly,
But imitate the Bee.