"I think that nature and an angry God Produced thee to the world, thou wicked sex, To be to man a plague, a chastening rod;
Happy, wert thou not present to perplex.
So serpent creeps along the grassy sod;
So bear and ravening wolf the forest vex;
Wasp, fly, and gad-fly buzz in liquid air, And the rich grain lies tangled with the tare.