Come Away, Come Away, Little Fly! Don't Disturb The Sweet Calm Of Lore'S Nest; If You Do, I Protest You Shall Die, And Your Tomb Be That Beautiful Breast. Don't Tickle The Girl In Her Sleep, Don't Cause So Much Beauty To Sigh; If She Frown, Half The Graces Will Weep, If She Weep, All The Graces Will Die. Come Away, Little Fly, &C. Now She Wakes! Steal A Kiss And Be Gone; Life Is Precious: Away, Little Fly! Should Your Rudeness Provoke Her To Scorn, You'll Meet Death From The Glance Of Her Eye. Were I Ask'D By Fair Chloe To Say How I Felt, As The Flutterer I Chid; I Should Own, As I Drove It Away, I Wish'D To Be There In Its Stead! Come Away, Little Fly, &C.