Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none,
To winter-ground thy corse."[395:C]
These interesting pictures of the red-breast would alone be sufficient to create an affectionate feeling for him; the attachment however has been ever since kept alive by delineations of a similar kind. In our author's time Drayton, Webster, and Dekker, have all alluded to this pleasing tradition: the first in his Owl 1604—
"Cov'ring with moss the deads unclosed eye,
The little red-breast teacheth charitie;"[395:D]
the second in his Tragedy, called The White Devil, or Vittoria Corombona, 1612—
"Call for the robin red-breast and the wren,
Since o'er shady groves they hover,
And with leaves and flowers do cover