Samuel Bishop

"In myriad swarms, each summer sun An insect nation shows; Whose being, since he rose, begun; And e’er he sets will close.Brief is their date, confin’d their pow’rs, The fluttering of a day;— Yet life’s worth living, ev’n for hours, When all those hours—are play."

"A Fool and Knave, with different views, For Julia’s hand apply: The Knave, to mend his fortune sues: The Fool, to please his eye.Ask you, how JULIA will behave? Depend on’t for a rule, If she’s a Fool, she’ll wed the Knave— If she’s a Knave, the Fool."