The Fly

(Found here)

Busy, curious, thirsty fly,

Gently drink, 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.
Just alike, both mine and thine,

Hasten 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