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.	
Call unto his funeral dole	       
The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole	
To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm	
And (when gay tombs are robb’d) sustain no harm;	
But keep the wolf far thence, that’s foe to men,	
For with his nails he’ll dig them up again.    

John Webster

  c.1608 - from the White Devil

 = Wayne Vargas