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 More Quotes by Richard Crashaw More Quotes From Richard Crashaw Nights, sweet as they, Made short by lovers play, Yet long by the absence of the day. Richard Crashaw sweetlovenight Great little One! whose all-embracing birth Richard Crashaw christmasfunnyheaven 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 kissingsweetdeath Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, Richard Crashaw tearseyeinspirational 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. Richard Crashaw painshininggrieving Two went to pray? Better to say one went to brag, the other to pray. Richard Crashaw braggingprayingtwo Nothing speaks our grief so well as to speak nothing. Richard Crashaw wellsgriefspeak Heaven's great artillery. Richard Crashaw great-artlifeheaven Hark! She is called, the parting hour is come. Take thy farewell, poor world! Heaven must go home. . . . Richard Crashaw farewellhomeheaven A happy soul, that all the way Richard Crashaw junesummerheaven Eyes that displace the neighbor diamond, and outface that sunshine by their own sweet grace. Richard Crashaw sunshineeyesweet A pillow for thee will I bring,Stuffed with down of angel's wing. Richard Crashaw theeangelwings And I, what is my crime I cannot tell, Richard Crashaw wellscrimelife In love's field was never found A nobler weapon than a wound. Richard Crashaw weaponsfieldsfound Locked up from mortal eye in shady leaves of destiny. Richard Crashaw futuredestinyeye
