I Never, With Important Air,

Of All The Fools That Pride Can Boast, A Coxcomb Claims Distinction Most.

From Kings To Cobblers 'tis The Same; Bad Servants Wound Their Masters' Fame.

Around The Steel No Tortur'd Worm Shall Twine, No Blood Of Living Insect Stain My Line; Let Me, Less Cruel, Cast The Feather'd Hook, With Pliant Rod Athwart The Pebbled Brook, Silent Along The Mazy Margin Stray, And With The Fur-wrought Fly Delude The Prey.

The Careful Insect 'midst His Works I View, Now From The Flowers Exhaust The Fragrant Dew, With Golden Treasures Load His Little Thighs, And Steer His Distant Journey Through The Skies.

If With Me You'd Fondly Stray Over The Hills And Far Away.