I. The Fow-yew; metaphorical. AGAINST SOME PARTIES IN THE STATE, OCCUPIED WITH FRIVOLOUS PURSUITS, AND OBLIVIOUS OF IMPORTANT MATTERS.

1 Like splendid robes appear the wings Of the ephemeral fly; And such the pomp of those great men, Which soon in dust shall lie! I grieve! Would they but come to me! To teach them I should try.

2 The wings of the ephemeral fly Are robes of colours gay; And such the glory of those men, Soon crumbling to decay! I grieve! Would they but rest with me, They'd learn a better way!

3 The ephemeral fly bursts from its hole, With gauzy wings like snow; So quick the rise, so quick the fall, Of those great men we know! I grieve! Would they but lodge with me, Forth they would wiser go.