John Webster Poems
|2.||A Land Dirge||1/3/2003|
|4.||A Monumental Column||1/3/2003|
|6.||The Shrouding Of The Duchess Of Malfi||1/3/2003|
|8.||Hark, Now Everything Is Still||5/31/2012|
|9.||Qualis Vita, Finis Ita||5/31/2012|
|10.||The Madman's Song||4/20/2010|
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The Madman's Song
Oh, let us howl some heavy note,
Some deadly-dogged howl,
Sounding as from the threatening throat
Of beasts and fatal fowl!
As ravens, screech-owls, bulls, and bears,
We'll bell, and bawl our parts,
Till irksome noise have cloyed your ears
And corrosived your hearts.
At last, whenas our quire wants breath,
Our bodies being blest,
We'll sing like swans to welcome death,
And die in love and rest.