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.