Mosquitoes

Buzzing gnats, relentless beasts,
Wingèd creatures of the night,
Draw men's blood to make your feasts,
But give her a brief respite.
You may eat my flesh away,
If you spare Zenophila.

Yet what use with prayers to sue
Things that every man annoy?
Even monsters fierce as you
Find those soft warm limbs a joy.
Cease your pranks—I warn you. Fly,
Or learn the strength of jealousy.
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Meleager
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