“I saw the spiders marching through air, Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed day In latter August when the hay Came creaking to the barn. Robert Lowell
“Little Miss Muffet Sat on a tuffet, Eating some curds and whey. Along came a spider, And sat down beside her, And frightened Miss Muffet away. Anonymous: Nursery Rhymes
““Will you walk into my parlor?” said the Spider to the Fly; “ ’Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy.” Mary Howitt
“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)