Protending her fell claws, to thoughtleſs Mice
Sure ruin. So her diſembowell’d Web
The Spider in a Hall or Kitchin ſpreads,
Obvious to vagrant Flies; ſhe ſecret ſtands,
Within her woven Cell; the Humming Prey
Regardleſs of their Fate, ruſh on the toils
Inextricable, nor will ought avail
Their Arts nor Arms, nor Shapes of lovely Hue,
The Waſp inſidious, and the buzzing Drone,
And Butterfly proud of expanded wings