| O, let us howl some heavy note, | |
| Some deadly dogged howl, | |
| Sounding as from the threatening throat | |
| Of beasts and fatal fowl! | |
| As ravens, screech-owls, bulls, and bears, | |
| We ’ll bell, and bawl our parts, | |
| Till irksome noise have cloy’d your ears | |
| And corrosiv’d your hearts. | |
| At last, whenas our choir wants breath, | |
| Our bodies being blest, | |
| We ’ll sing, like swans, to welcome death, | |
| And die in love and rest. |
J. Webster
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