Come Away, Come Away, Little Fly! Don't Disturb The Sweet Calm Of Love'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, All The Graces Will Weep; If She Weep, Half The Graces Will Die. Pretty Fly! Do Not Tickle Her So; How Delighted To Teaze Her You Seem; Titillation Is Dangerous, I Know, And May Cause The Dear Creature To Dream. She May Dream Of Some Horrible Brute, Of Some Genii, Or Fairy-Built Spot; Or Perhaps The Prohibited Fruit, Or Perhaps Of--I Cannot Tell What. Now She 'Wakes! Steal A Kiss And Begone; 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 Flutt'rer I Chid; I Should Own, As I Drove It Away, I Wish'D To Be There In It's Stead.