Th' imprudent , urg'd by fierce Despite,
Thus aids the Foe, and tries the fruitless Bite.
While shelly Crusts the dusky Chief befriend,
And from rude Touch the tender Parts defend.
Madded with Pain, and crush'd by meeting Claws,
On the firm Plate the fond  gnaws:
Nor fears the rising Spikes that closely set
O'er the hard Shell their pointed Terrours threat:
But twines her Body round the sharpen'd Rows,
And the deep mortal Wounds to heedless Passion owes.