Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life; Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of Thy reign, Distils from thence the tears of wrath and strife, And so turns wine to water back again. — Richard Crashaw Copy Share Image
And when life's sweet fable ends, soul and body part like friends; no quarrels, murmurs, no delay; a kiss, a sigh, and so away. — Richard Crashaw Copy Share Image
Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, and there are words not made with lungs. — Richard Crashaw Copy Share Image
Two went to pray? Better to say one went to brag, the other to pray. — Richard Crashaw Copy Share Image
Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life; Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of Thy reign, Distils from thence the tears… — Richard Crashaw Copy Share Image
All thy old woes shall now smile on thee, and thy pains sit bright on thee. All thy sorrows here shall shine and thy… — Richard Crashaw Copy Share Image
Great little One! whose all-embracing birth Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth. — Richard Crashaw Copy Share Image
Eyes that displace the neighbor diamond, and outface that sunshine by their own sweet grace. — Richard Crashaw Copy Share Image
“Come and let us live my Deare, Let us love and never feare, What the sowrest Fathers say: Brightest Sol that dies to day… — Richard Crashaw Copy Share Image
