John Webster

Call for the robin-red-breast, and the wren,
Since o'er shady groves they hover,
And with leaves and read more

Call for the robin-red-breast, and the wren,
Since o'er shady groves they hover,
And with leaves and flowers do cover
The friendless bodies of unburied men.

All his reverend wit
Lies in his wardrobe.

All his reverend wit
Lies in his wardrobe.

Prosperity doth bewitch men, seeming clear;
As seas do laugh, show white, when rocks are near.

Prosperity doth bewitch men, seeming clear;
As seas do laugh, show white, when rocks are near.

Gold that buys health can never be ill spent,
Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment.

Gold that buys health can never be ill spent,
Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment.

Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best.

Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best.