Note 176:1 — FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS. (continued 4)
Reading edition
Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own webs from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch. Dryden: Mariage à la Mode, act ii. sc. 1.
The spider's touch—how exquisitely fine!— Feels at each thread, and lives along the line. Pope: Epistle i. line 217.