C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Spider

The spider’s touch, how exquisitely fine!
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.

Pope.

“Will you walk into my parlor?”
Said a spider to a fly;
“’Tis the prettiest little parlor
That ever you did spy.”

Mary Howitt.

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.

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 canopie.

Du Bartas.

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