Richard Crashaw Quotes & Sayings

Nothing speaks our grief so well as to speak nothing. — Richard Crashaw

Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, And there are words not made with lungs — Richard Crashaw

Locked up from mortal eye in shady leaves of destiny. — 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. — Richard Crashaw

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

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

Come and let us live my Deare,
Let us love and never feare,
What the sowrest Fathers say:
Brightest Sol that dies to day
Lives againe as blithe to morrow,
But if we darke sons of sorrow
Set; o then, how long a Night
Shuts the Eyes of our short light!
Then let amorous kisses dwell
On our lips, begin and tell
A Thousand, and a Hundred, score
An Hundred, and a Thousand more,
Till another Thousand smother
That, and that wipe of another.
Thus at last when we have numbred
Many a Thousand, many a Hundred;
Wee'l confound the reckoning quite,
And lose our selves in wild delight:
While our joyes so multiply,
As shall mocke the envious eye. — Richard Crashaw

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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