28 Quotes by Richard Crashaw

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.

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.

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

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.