Richard Crashaw

Eyes, that displaces
The neighbor diamond, and out-faces
That sun-shine by their own sweet graces.

Eyes, that displaces
The neighbor diamond, and out-faces
That sun-shine by their own sweet graces.

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

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

Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life;
Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of Thy reign,
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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,

There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though
nothing is a miracle. The other read more

There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though
nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a
miracle.

Days that need borrow
No part of their good morrow,
From a fore-spent night of sorrow.

Days that need borrow
No part of their good morrow,
From a fore-spent night of sorrow.