O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!

Oh, what a tangled web do parents weave when they think that their children are naive.

They hatch cockatrice' eggs, and weave the spider's web: he that eateth of their eggs dieth, and that which is crushed breaketh out into a viper.

Spreading its wings, her love stretched out and touching his tangled, frozen soul and from the first word, became ensnared in its icy grip where it remained, intrinsically entwined within an alternating web of dreams and nightmares. Forever lost, forever lost...

Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive

Man does not weave this web of life. He is merely a strand of it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.