What brought the kindred spider to that height, Then steered the white
moth thither in the night? What but design of
darkness to appall? If design govern in
a thing so small. Robert Lee Frost 'Design'.
Spider, spider, spin Your register and
let me sleep a little, Not now in order to
end but to begin The task begun so
often. (Frederick) Louis MacNeice Autumn Journal, part 2.
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each
thread, and lives along the line. Alexander Pope An Essay on Man, epistle1, l.217^8.
Then the law to him Is like a foul
black cobweb to a spider; He makes it his
dwelling, and a prison To entangle those
shall feed him. John Webster The Duchess of Malfi, act1, sc.1.