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A Sprightly Boy, one Summer's Day, / Perceived a Butterfly so gay, / That all his Wishes it engrossed, / To each surrounding Object lost: / He left his Fellows, and pursued, / With sparkling Eyes, the favourite Good.
Now on the Rose it seem'd to rest, / And now to court the Violet's breast, / From Flow'r to Flow'r incessant flying, / Inviting still, and still denying. / Beneath his Hand, beneath his Hat, / He often thought he had it pat; / The Violet-bed, the Myrtle-sprig, / Had made his little Heart grow big. / At last, with Joy he saw it venture / Within a Tulip's Bell to enter, / And "snatch'd" it with ecstatic rapture. / But what, alas! was all his Capture? / A lifeless Insect, like a Worm, / Without one Grace in all its Form!