He said, and raptur’d with the thought,
New charms his bright’ning plumage caught,
He clapt his wings, his rapid flight
I trac’d with fond desiring sight,
Oh! glorious state—reserv’d to this,
I risk not life for reptile bliss;
Oh! catch the glowing wish from me,
The same the bliss reserv’d for thee;
Desist from ev’ry rash design,
And beauty, plumes, and wings are thine.