210 SPIDERS. 



Strong and durable net, in the centre of 

 which she places herself, with her head 

 downwards to wait for her prey. 



Timers Telescope. 



Her disembowelled web she spreads 

 Obvious to vagrant Jlies, she secret stands 

 Within her woven cell ; the humming prey, 

 Regardless of their fate, rush on the toils 

 Inextricable, nor will aught avail 

 Their arts, or arms, or shapes of lovely hue : 

 The wasp insiduous, and the buzzing drone, 

 And hutterjly proud of expanded wings 

 Distinct with gold, entangled in her snares, 

 Useless resistance make : with eager strides 

 She tow'ring flies to her expected spoils ; 

 Then with envenom'd jaws the vital blood 

 Drinks of reluctant foes, and to her cave 

 Their bulky carcasses triumphant drags. 



Philips. 



To the Spider. 



Ingenidlis insect, but of ruthless mould, 



Whose savage craft, as nature taught, designs 

 A mazy web of death, the filmy lines, 

 That form thy circling labyrinth, unfold 



Each thoughtless fly that wanders near thy hold, 



