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• Days that need borrow No part of their good morrow From a fore-spent night of sorrow.
  -- Richard Crashaw (c. 1616-1650) -- Wishes to his Supposed Mistre...
• Sydneian showers Of sweet discourse, whose powers Can crown old Winter's head with flowers.
  -- Richard Crashaw (c. 1616-1650) -- Wishes to his Supposed Mistre...
• Where'er she lie, Locked up from mortal eye, In shady leaves of destiny.
  -- Richard Crashaw (c. 1616-1650) -- Wishes to his Supposed Mistre...
• Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she, That shall command my heart and me.
  -- Richard Crashaw (c. 1616-1650) -- Wishes to his Supposed Mistre...
• The modest front of this small floor, Believe me, reader, can say more Than many a braver marble can,-- "Here lies a truly honest man!
  -- Richard Crashaw (c. 1616-1650) -- Epitaph upon Mr. Ashto...
• His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong
  his life, I 'm sure, was in the right. -- Abraham Cowley (1618-1667) -- On the Death of Crashaw...
• He lived his life to the end.
• A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer's day.
  -- Richard Crashaw (c. 1616-1650) -- In Praise of Lessius's Rule of Health...
• The conscious water saw its God and blushed. -- Richard Crashaw (c. 1616-1650) -- Epigram