Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life;
More quotes by Richard Crashaw
A happy soul, that all the way
To heaven hath a summer’s day.
Days that need borrow
No part of their good morrow
From a fore-spent night of sorrow.
’Tis love, not years or limbs that can
Make the martyr, or the man.
And I, what is my crime I cannot tell,
Vnless it be a crime to haue lou'd too well.
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