204 THE POEMS OF ANNE �But in the Air a Sound he heard, That gave him some dislike ; At which he shook his grisly Beard, Enough to make the Woods affeard, And stretch'd his Paw to strike. �When on his lifted Nose there fell �A Creature, slight of Wing, Who neither fear'd his Grin, nor Yell, Nor Strength, that in his Jaws did dwell, But gores him with her Sting. �Transported with th' Affront and Pain, �He terribly exclaims, Protesting, if it comes again, Its guilty Blood the Grass shall stain. �And to surprize it aims. �The scoffing Gnat now laugh'd aloud, �And bids him upwards view The Jupiter within the Cloud, That humbl'd him, who was so proud, And this sharp Thunder threw. �That Taunt no Lyon's Heart cou'd bear; �And now much more he raves, Whilst this new Perseus in the Air Do's War and Strife again declare, �And all his Terrour braves. �Upon his haughty Neck she rides, �Then on his lashing Tail ; (Which need not now provoke his Sides) �Where she her slender Weapon guides, And makes all Patience fail. ��� �
