John Webster

(1578 - 1632 / London, England)

John Webster Poems

1. Hark, Now Everything Is Still 5/31/2012
2. Qualis Vita, Finis Ita 5/31/2012
3. A Land Dirge 1/3/2003
4. A Dirge 1/4/2003
5. Honourable Employment 4/20/2010
6. A Monumental Column 1/3/2003
7. The Madman's Song 4/20/2010
8. Death Song 4/20/2010
9. The Shrouding Of The Duchess Of Malfi 1/3/2003
10. Vanitas Vanitatum 1/3/2003

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Vanitas Vanitatum

All the flowers of the spring
Meet to perfume our burying;
These have but their growing prime,
And man does flourish but his time:
Survey our progress from our birth;
We are set, we grow, we turn to earth.
Courts adieu, and all delights,
All bewitching appetites!
Sweetest breath and clearest eye,
Like perfumes, go out and die;
And consequently this is done
As shadows wait upon the sun.
Vain ambition of kings
Who seek by trophies and dead things
To leave a living name behind,
And weave but nets to catch the wind.

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