“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
“A noiseless patient spider, I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament out of itself, Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. Walt Whitman
“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
“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)