JOHN WEBSTER
1580^-1630' 225 A Dirge
CALL for the robin-redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm, And (when gay tombs are robb'd) sustain no harm; But keep the wolf far thence, that 's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
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��226 The Shrouding of the Duchess of Malfi
rARK! Now everything is still,
The screech-owl and the whistler shrill, Call upon our dame aloud, And bid her quickly don her shroud!
Much you had of land and rent; Your length in clay J s now competent: A long war disturb'd your mind; Here your perfect peace is sign'd.
Of what is't fools make such vain keeping? Sin their conception, their birth weeping, Their life a general mist of error, Their death a hideous storm of terror. Strew your hair with powders sweet, Don clean linen, bathe your feet, 225 dole] lamentation.
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