Genre:

Poetry

Subjects:

Entomology, Medical Treatment, Utility

    A spider pleads for mercy, having been cornered by the maid during cleaning. The petition includes the lines: 'Your great grandmother held it good, / And used our wefts to stop the blood; / Its healing pow'r did ease impart, / Nor sought the surgeon's skilful art. / Thrice three of us, when bruis'd, they say, / Will charm the ague far away; / And many virtues yet unknown, / May be found out when we are gone.'