"Behold yon butterfly so sine,
" Whose brightness almost equals mine,
"That hovers o'er the gay parterre,
" And hangs on wav'ring wings in air;
"What tho' from flow'r to flow'r he sport,
" And pay to all a passing court;
"In vain with deepen'd tints they glow,
" And fletter to the flutt'ring bean,
"In vain each envious rival burns,
" To kindred finery still he turns,
"On me at length delights to rest,
" And spread his plumage o'er my breast. "