Richard Crashaw Quotes

And now where e’re he strayes
Among the Galilaean mountains,
Or more unwelcome wayes,
Hee’s follow’d by two faithfull fountaines,
Two walking Baths, two weeping motions;
Portable and compendious Oceans.

Every Morne from hence,
A brisk Cherub something sips,
Whose sacred influence
Adds sweetnes to his sweetest lips,
Then to his Musick, and his song
Tastes of his breakefast all day long.

Go, smiling souls, your new-built cages break,
In heaven you’ll learn to sing, ere here to speak,
Nor let the milky fonts that bathe your thirst
Be your delay;
The place that calls you hence is, at the worst,
Milk all the way.

Who ere shee bee,
That not impossible shee
That shall command my heart and mee;

In her whole frame,
Have Nature all the Name,
Art and ornament the shame.
Her flattery,
Picture and Poesy,
Her counsell her owne vertue bee.

Welcome, all wonders in one night!
Eternity shut in a span,
Summer in winter, day in night,
Heaven in earth, and God in man.
Great Little One! Whose all-embracing birth
Lifts earth to heaven, stoops heaven to earth.