SILVIA
and
the
BEE
.
AS
Silvia
in
her
Garden
stray'd
,
Where
each
officious
Rose
,
To
welcome
the
approaching
Maid
,
With
fairer
Beauty
glows
.
Transported
from
their
dewy
Beds
,
The
new
blown
Lilies
rise
:
Gay
Tulips
wave
their
shining
Heads
,
To
please
her
brighter
Eyes
.
A
Bee
that
sought
the
sweetest
Flow'r
,
To
this
fair
Quarter
came
:
Soft
humming
round
the
fatal
Bow'r
,
That
held
the
smiling
Dame
.
He
search'd
the
op'ning
Buds
with
Care
,
And
flew
from
Tree
to
Tree
:
But
Silvia
(
finding
none
so
fair
)
Unwisely
fix'd
on
thee
.
Her
Hand
obedient
to
her
Thought
,
The
River
did
destroy
;
And
the
slain
Insect
dearly
bought
Its
momentary
Joy
.
But
now
too
rash
unthinking
Maid
,
Consider
what
you've
done
;
Perhaps
you
in
the
Dust
have
laid
A
fair
and
hopeful
Son
.
Or
from
his
Friends
and
Senate
wise
Have
swept
a
valu'd
Peer
;
Whose
life
,
that
you
so
lightly
prize
,
Was
to
his
Country
dear
,
Then
,
Silvia
,
cease
your
Anger
now
,
To
this
your
guiltless
Foe
;
And
smooth
again
that
gentle
Brow
,
Where
lasting
Lilies
blow
.
Soft
Cynthio
vows
when
you
depart
,
The
Sun
withdraws
its
Ray
,
That
Nature
trembles
like
his
Heart
,
And
Storms
eclipse
the
Day
.
Amintor
swears
a
Morning
Sun's
Less
brilliant
than
your
Eyes
;
And
tho'
his
Tongue
at
random
runs
,
You
seldom
think
he
lyes
.
They
tell
you
,
those
soft
Lips
may
vie
With
Pinks
at
op'ning
Day
;
And
yet
you
slew
a
simple
Fly
,
For
proving
what
they
say
.
Believe
me
,
not
a
Bud
like
thee
In
this
fair
Garden
blows
;
Then
blame
no
more
the
erring
Bee
,
Who
took
you
for
the
Rose
.