Celinda

By a cool fountain's flow'ry side The bright Celinda lay; Her looks increas'd the Summer's pride; Her eyes the bloom of day.

The roses blush'd with deeper red, To see their charms outdone; The lillies sunk beneath their bed, To see such rivals shown.

Quick through the air, to his retreat, A bee industrious flew; Prepar'd to rifle ev'ry sweet, And sip the balmy dew.

Drawn by the fragrance of her breath, Her rosy lips he found; Where he in transports met his death, And drop'd upon the ground.

Enjoy, blest bee, enjoy thy fate, Nor at thy fall repine; Each god wou'd quit his blissful state, To share a joy like thine.