A Fly that flew into my Mistris her eye.
VVHen this Fly liv'd, she us'd to play
In the Sun-shine all the day;
Till comming neer my Celia's fight,
She found a new, and unknown light,
So full of glory, as it made
The noon-day Sun a gloomy shade;
Then this amorous Fly became
My rivall, and did court my flame.
She did from hand to bosome skip,
And from her breath, her cheek and lip,
Suck'd all the incense, and the spice,
And grew a bird of Paradise:
At last into her eye she flew,
There scorch'd in flames, and drown'd in dew,
Like Phaeton from the Sun's sphere
She fell, and with her dropt a tear,
Of which a pearl was straight compos'd,
Wherein her ashes lye enclos'd.
Thus she receiv'd from Celia's eye,
Funereall flame, tombe Obsequie.