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.

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.

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.

Tresses, that wear
Jewels, but to declare
How much themselves more precious are.

Tresses, that wear
Jewels, but to declare
How much themselves more precious are.

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,