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• The conscious water saw its God and blushed. -- Richard Crashaw (c. 1616-1650) -- Epigram
• 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...
• Life that dares send A challenge to his end, And when it comes, say, Welcome, friend!
  -- Richard Crashaw (c. 1616-1650) -- Wishes to his Supposed Mistre...
• All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard II -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• All the beauty of the world, 't is but skin deep. -- Ralph Venning (c.
  1621-1673) -- Orthodoxe Paradoxes, (Third edition, 1650) The Triumph of Assurance, p. 41...
• Of all the gods, Death only craves not gifts: Nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured Avail
  o altars hath he, nor is soothed By hymns of praise....