'Away!' I cried, to a spiteful Wasp, Who challenged me to fight; 'Would you, a paltry dram of flesh, Attack a hundredweight? Go, little upstart, try your mettle On some old spider, bug or beetle.' 'Your pardon, Sir,' the Wasp replied: 'If man attacks a God in Heaven, Why can't a Wasp attack a man – Which is the most uneven? This wise discourse, on power and mettle, Should please your Masters – Pot and Kettle.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YANKEE PRIVATEER by ARTHUR HALE IN FLANDERS FIELDS by JOHN MCCRAE MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 14 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WINTER, FR. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE ASYLUM by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |