"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."
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Samuel Bishop
Samuel Bishop (21 September 1731 – 17 November 1795) was an English poet, clergyman and teacher.
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