So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
John DrydenIf thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
John DrydenRaw in the fields the rude militia swarms, Mouth without hands; maintained at vast expense, In peace a charge, in war a weak defence.
John DrydenHe is the very Janus of poets; he wears almost everywhere two faces; and you have scarce begun to admire the one, ere you despise the other.
John Dryden