Best 14 quotes of Richard Crashaw on MyQuotes

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

Heaven's great artillery.

Locked up from mortal eye in shady leaves of destiny.

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

Nothing speaks our grief so well as to speak nothing.

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.

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