Richard Crashaw Quotes

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

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

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.

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.

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

Heaven's great artillery.

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

Nothing speaks our grief so well as to speak nothing.

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

Eyes that displace the neighbor diamond, and outface that sunshine by their own sweet grace.

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

Locked up from mortal eye in shady leaves of destiny.

And I, what is my crime I cannot tell, Unless it be a crime to haue lou'd too well.

In love's field was never found A nobler weapon than a wound.

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