“Or almost like a spider, who, confined In her web’s center, shakt with every wind, Moves in an instant if the buzzing fly Stir but a string of her lawn canapie. Guillaume de Salluste (Seigneur Du Bartas)
“My lovely living boy, My hope, my hap, my love, my life, my joy. Guillaume de Salluste (Seigneur Du Bartas)
“For where’s the state beneath the firmament That doth excel the bees for government? Guillaume de Salluste (Seigneur Du Bartas)