John Webster

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.

Let guilty men remember, their black deeds
Do lean on crutches made of slender reeds.

Let guilty men remember, their black deeds
Do lean on crutches made of slender reeds.

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.

All his reverend wit
Lies in his wardrobe.

All his reverend wit
Lies in his wardrobe.

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.