Crashaw

Cited as Crashaw. — 10 quotations

Whate'er cooperates to the common mirth.

Love is lost, and thus she cries him.

Though his mind Be ne'er so curst, his tonque is kind.

Heaven's King, who doffs himself our flesh to wear.

The flourish of his sober youth Was the pride of naked truth.

By a soft insinuation mix'd With earth's large mass.

Till this stormy night is gone, And the eternal morrow dawn.

A ruddy storm, whose scowl Made heaven's radiant face look foul.

There I'll sup Balm and nectar in my cup.

When my simple weakness strays, Tangled in forbidden ways.