Or swallows twitter on the chimney tops.

The tainted blood, in this close prison pent,

Begins to boil, and thro’ the bones ferment.

Then wond’rous to behold, new creatures rise,

A moving mass at first, and short of thighs;

Till shooting out with legs, and imp’d with wings,

The grubs proceed to Bees with pointed stings:

And more and more affecting air, they try

Their tender pinions and begin to fly.[626]

This absurd notion was also promulgated by the great English chronicler, Hollingshed; for, says this author, “Hornets, waspes, Bees, and such like, whereof we have