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
All thy old woes shall now smile on thee, and thy pains sit bright on thee. All thy sorrows here shall shine and thy sufferings be divine; Tears shall take comfort and turn to gems and wrongs repent to diadems… — 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
