John Webster. —— -1638

I know death hath ten thousand several doors

For men to take their exit.[180:3]

Duchess of Malfi. Act iv. Sc. 2.

'T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden,—the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out.[180:4]

The White Devil. Act i. Sc. 2.

Condemn you me for that the duke did love me?

So may you blame some fair and crystal river

For that some melancholic, distracted man

Hath drown'd himself in 't.

The White Devil. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright,

But look'd too near have neither heat nor light.[181:1]

The White Devil. Act iv. Sc. 4.

Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,

Since o'er shady groves they hover,

And with leaves and flowers do cover

The friendless bodies of unburied men.

The White Devil. Act. v. Sc. 2.

Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burns brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.[181:2]

Westward Hoe. Act ii. Sc. 2.

I saw him now going the way of all flesh.

Westward Hoe. Act ii. Sc. 2.