Richard Crashaw. Circa 1616-1650.
The conscious water saw its God and blushed.[258:2]
Epigram.
Whoe'er she be,
That not impossible she,
That shall command my heart and me.
Wishes to his Supposed Mistress.
Where'er she lie,
Locked up from mortal eye,
In shady leaves of destiny.
Wishes to his Supposed Mistress.
Days that need borrow
No part of their good morrow
From a fore-spent night of sorrow.
Wishes to his Supposed Mistress.
Life that dares send
A challenge to his end,
And when it comes, say, Welcome, friend!
Wishes to his Supposed Mistress.
[259]
Sydneian showers
Of sweet discourse, whose powers
Can crown old Winter's head with flowers.
Wishes to his Supposed Mistress.
A happy soul, that all the way
To heaven hath a summer's day.
In Praise of Lessius's Rule of Health.
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!"
Epitaph upon Mr. Ashton.
Footnotes
[258:2] Nympha pudica Deum vidit, et erubuit (The modest Nymph saw the god, and blushed).—Epigrammationa Sacra. Aquæ in vinum versæ, p. 299.