The Fly

Busy, curious, thirsty fly!

Drink with me and drink as I:

Freely welcome to my cup,

Couldst thou sip and sip it up:

Make the most of life you may,

Life is short and wears away.

Both alike are mine and thine

Hastening quick to their decline:

Thine ’s a summer, mine ’s no more,

Though repeated to threescore.

Threescore summers, when they’re gone,

Will appear as short as one!

~ William Oldys