Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SPIDER AND THE BEE, by EDWARD MOORE (1712-1757)


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First Line: The nymph who walks the public streets
Last Line: By folly your own schemes undo.'
Subject(s): Beauty; Bees; Charm; Desire; Insects; Spiders; Women; Beekeeping; Bugs


THE nymph who walks the public streets,
And sets her cap at all she meets,
May catch the fool who turns to stare;
But men of sense avoid the snare.
As on the margin of the flood
With silken line my Lydia stood,
I smil'd to see the pains you took
To cover o'er the fraudful hook.
Along the forests as we stray'd
You saw the boy his lime-twigs spread;
Guess'd you the reason of his fear?
Lest, heedless, we approach too near;
For as behind the bush we lay
The linnet flutter'd on the spray,
Needs there such caution to delude
The scaly fry and feather'd brood?
And think you with inferior art
To captivate the human heart?
The maid who modestly conceals
Her beauties, while she hides, reveals;
Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws
Whate'er the Grecian Venus was.
From Eve's first fig-leaf to brocade,
All dress was meant for fancy's aid,
Which evermore delighted dwells
On what the bashful nymph conceals.
When Cælia struts in man's attire,
She shows too much to raise desire;
But from the hoop's bewitching round
Her very shoe has power to wound.
The roving eye, the bosom bare,
The forward laugh, the wanton air,
May catch the fop; for gudgeons strike
At the bare hook and bait alike,
While salmon play regardless by,
Till art like nature forms the fly.
Beneath a peasant's homely thatch
A Spider long had held her watch;
From morn to night, with restless care,
She spun her web and wove her snare.
Within the limits of her reign
Lay many a heedless captive slain,
Or fluttering, struggled in the toils
To burst the chains and shun her wiles.
A straying Bee, that perch'd hard by,
Beheld her with disdainful eye,
And thus began: 'Mean Thing! give o'er,
And lay thy slender threads no more;
A thoughtless fly or two, at most,
Is all the conquest thou canst boast;
For Bees of sense thy arts evade,
We see so plain the nets are laid.
'The guady tulip that displays
Her spreading foliage to the gaze,
That points her charms at all she sees,
And yields to every wanton breeze,
Attracts not me: where blushing grows,
Guarded with thorns, the modest rose,
Enamour'd round and round I fly,
Or on her fragrant bosom lie;
Reluctant she my ardour meets,
And bashful renders up her sweets.
'To wiser heads attention lend,
And learn this lesson from a friend;
She who with modesty retires
Adds fuel to her lover's fires,
While such incautious jilts as you
By folly your own schemes undo.'





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