When soon away the Wasp doth go,
Poor wretch was never frighted so;
He thought his wings were much too slow,
O'erjoyed they so were parted.
He next upon a Glow-worm light
(You must suppose it now was night),
Which, for her hinder part was bright,
He took to be a devil,
And furiously doth her assail
For carrying fire in her tail;