Richard Crashaw Quotations

O thou undaunted daughter of desires! / By all thy dower of lights and fires; / By all the eagle in thee, all the dove; / By all thy lives and deaths of love; / By thy large draughts of intellectual day.

Two walking baths; two weeping motions;/ Portable, and compendious oceans.

Welcome, all wonders in one sight! Eternity shut in a span.

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.

Farewell house, and farewell home! / She's for the Moors, and martyrdom.

It was Thy day, sweet! and did rise / Not from the East, but from Thine eyes.

The conscious water saw its God, and blushed.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

Locked up from mortal eye in shady leaves of destiny.

Nothing speaks our grief so well as to speak nothing.

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

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

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.

Heaven's great artillery.

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.

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

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