And they that are within would fain go out.[176:2]

Contention betwixt a Wife, etc.

Footnotes

[176:1]

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!—