Richard Crashaw Quotes

A pillow for thee will I bring,Stuffed with down of angel's wing.

Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, And there are words not made with lungs

Great little One! whose all-embracing birth
Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth.

Nothing speaks our grief so well as to speak nothing.

Nights, sweet as they, Made short by lovers play, Yet long by the absence of the day.

A happy soul, that all the way
To heaven hath a summer's day.

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.

Come and let us live my Deare,
Let us love and never feare,
What the sowrest Fathers say:
Brightest Sol that dies to day
Lives againe as blithe to morrow,
But if we darke sons of sorrow
Set; o then, how long a Night
Shuts the Eyes of our short light!
Then let amorous kisses dwell
On our lips, begin and tell
A Thousand, and a Hundred, score
An Hundred, and a Thousand more,
Till another Thousand smother
That, and that wipe of another.
Thus at last when we have numbred
Many a Thousand, many a Hundred;
Wee'l confound the reckoning quite,
And lose our selves in wild delight:
While our joyes so multiply,
As shall mocke the envious eye.

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.

Two went to pray? Better to say one went to brag, the other to pray.

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 Even thy deaths shall live and new dress the soul that once they slew.

Hark! She is called, the parting hour is come. Take thy farewell, poor world! Heaven must go home ...