and The Duchess of Malfi
, which are often regarded as masterpieces of the early 17th-century English stage. He was a contemporary of William Shakespeare
.
Webster's life is obscure, and the dates of his birth and death are not known. His father, a coach maker also named John Webster, married a blacksmith's daughter named Elizabeth Coates on 4 November 1577, and it is likely that Webster was born not long after in or near London.
I saw him going the way of all flesh.
Vain the ambition of kingsWho seek by trophies and dead thingsTo leave a living name behind,And weave but nets to catch the wind.
'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. 2
Condemn you me for that the duke did love me?So may you blame some fair and crystal riverFor that some melancholic, distracted manHath drown'd himself in 't.
Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright,But look'd too near have neither heat nor light.
Call for the robin redbreast and the wren,Since o'er shady groves they hover,And with leaves and flowers do coverThe friendless bodies of unburied men.
But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men,For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Prosperity doth bewitch men, seeming clear;But seas do laugh, show white, when rocks are near.
Glories, like glowworms, afar off shine bright,But looked to near have neither heat nor light.
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.