I have drunk and seen the spider.

“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate…”

“What is it else? A madness most discreet,A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.”

“So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,So long lives this, and this gives …”

“Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, oh you the doors…”