And float amid the liquid noon : Some lightly o'er the current skim, Some fhew their gayly-gilded trim Quick-glancing to the fun. To Contemplation's fober eyed Such is the race of Man : And they that creep, and they that fly, -fporting with quick glance Shew to the fun their waved coats drop'd with gold.. Milton's Paradife Loft, book 7. While infects from the threshold preach, &c. M. GREEN, in the Grotto. Dodfley's Mifcellanies, Vol. V. p. 161. Alike the Bufy and the Gay But flutter thro' life's little day, In fortune's varying colours dreft: Brufh'd by the hand of rough Mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive kind reply: Poor moralift! and what art thou? A folitary fly! Thy Joys no glittering female meets, No hive haft thou of hoarded sweets, |