ments are without decorum.' This criticism refers specially to the Duchess of Malfy, but indicates generally that peculiar quality of Webster's genius which chiefly distinguishes him from his contemporaries. The earliest notice of Webster occurs in 1602. He is said to have been clerk of St. Andrew's, Holborn, and a member of the Merchants Tailors' Company; but Mr. Dyce could not discover any trace of his name, although he searched the registers of the church, and the MSS. belonging to the Parish Clerk's Hall. In tracing, in his collected edition of Webster's works, the order of his productions, and examining every collateral question of authorship likely to throw any light upon his identity, Mr. Dyce has supplied all the information that can be obtained respecting him. It relates almost exclusively to his writings. His personal history is buried in obscurity.] THE WHITE DEVIL; OR, VITTORIA COROMBONA. 1612. A DIRGE. CALL for the robin-redbreast and the wren, And with leaves and flowers do cover The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm, 'I never saw anything like this Dirge, except the Ditty which reminds Ferdinand of his drowned Father in the Tempest. As that is of the water, watery; so this is of the earth, earthy. Both have that intenseness of feeling, which seems to resolve itself into the elements which it contemplates.'-LAMB. THE DUCHESS OF MALFY. THE MADMAN'S SONG. 1623. LET us howl some heavy note, O, Some deadly dogged howl, Sounding, as from the threatning throat As ravens, screech-owls, bulls and bears, "Till irksome noise have cloyed your ears, At last, whenas our quire wants breath, We'll sing, like swans, will welcome death, THE PREPARATION FOR EXECUTION. HARK, now everything is still, The screech-owl, and the whistler shrill, Call upon our dame aloud, And bid her quickly don her shroud! Their death, a hideous storm of terror. JOHN WEBSTER AND WILLIAM ROWLEY. THE THRACIAN WONDER. 1661. WOMAN'S LOVE. LOVE is a law, a discord of such force, That 'twixt our sense and reason makes divorce; Love's a desire, that to obtain betime, We lose an age of years plucked from our prime; Then what must women be, that are the cause I LOVE MUST HAVE LOVE. CARE not for these idle toys, That must be wooed and prayed to The first man had a woman Delay in love's a lingering pain, THE PURSUIT OF LOVE. ART thou gone in haste? I'll not forsake thee; Over the dales, over the downs, Through the green meadows, All along the plain, To the low fountains, Up and down again From the high mountains; Echo then shall again Tell her I follow, And the floods to the woods, Ce la! ho! ho! hu! THE SONG OF JANUARY. OW does jolly Janus greet your merriment; I never changed my fashion; 'Tis good enough to fence the cold: My hatchet serves to cut my firing yearly, My bowl preserves the juice of grape and barley: Fire, wine, and strong beer, make me live so long here To give the merry new year a welcome in. All the potent powers of plenty wait upon To Bacchus I commend ye, and Ceres eke attend ye, That Boreas' blasts may never blow to harm you; |