What Verse has told, how smaller Rivals wage
Unequal War, and with the Toad engage?
They  are set around with Eyes,
And hung on silken Threds, the Foe surprize;
Spit on the poys'nous Wretch more deadly Bane,
Who deeply wounded, feels the raging Pain.
Swift up her pendant Web  climbs,
While he scarce trails along his tortur'd Limbs;
But careful will the healing Plantain find,
(Plantain to undeserving Creatures kind)
Whose sov'reign Herb the venom'd Juice expells,
And now the bloated Wretch with innate Poyson swells.