HARK, NOW EVERYTHING IS STILL
~ by John Webster
Hark, 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’s now competent.
A long war disturbed your mind,
Here your perfect peace is signed.
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,
And, the foul fiend more to check,
A crucifix let bless your neck.
‘Tis now full tide ‘tween night and day,
End your groan, and come away.
From John Webster’s play, The Duchess Of Malfi.