Much like a subtle spider which doth sit
In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide;
If aught do touch the utmost thread of it,
She feels it instantly on every side.
Sir John Davies - The Immortality of the Soul
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.
Alexander Pope
The spider taketh hold with her hands, and is in kings' palaces.
Proverbs
Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs;
The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;
The traces, of the smallest spider's web...
William Shakespeare - Romeo and Juliet
'Will you walk into my parlour?' said a spider to a fly: 'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy'
Mary Howitt - The Spider and the Fly
Or almost like a spider, who, confin’d
In her web’s centre, shakt with every winde,
Moves in an instant if the buzzing flie
Stir but a string of her lawn canapie
Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas - First Week, Sixth Day
Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
John Dryden - Mariage à la Mode
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