The Complete Works of Richard Crashaw, Volume ICrashaw, Richard
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The Complete Works of Richard Crashaw, Volume I
Crashaw, Richard
English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700
Come and let us live my deare, 1
Let us love and never feare,
What the sowrest fathers say:
Brightest Sol that dyes to day
Lives againe as blith to morrow; 5
But if we darke sons of sorrow
Set: O then how long a Night
Shuts the eyes of our short light!
Then let amorous kisses dwell
On our lips, begin and tell 10
A thousand, and a hundred score,
An hundred and a thousand more,
Till another thousand smother
That, and that wipe of[f] another.
Thus at last when we have numbred 15
Many a thousand, many a hundred,
Wee'l confound the reckoning quite,
And lose our selves in wild delight:
While our joyes so multiply,
As shall mocke the envious eye. 20
WISHES.
TO HIS (SUPPOSED) MISTRESSE.[84]
1. Who ere she be, 1
That not impossible she
That shall command my heart and me;
2. Where ere she lye,
Lock't up from mortall eye, 5
In shady leaves of Destiny;
3. Till that ripe birth
Of studied Fate stand forth,
And teach her faire steps tread our Earth;
4. Till that divine 10
Idæa, take a shrine
Of chrystall flesh, through which to shine;
5. Meet you her, my wishes,
Bespeake her to my blisses,
And be ye call'd, my absent kisses. 15
6. I wish her, beauty
That owes not all its duty
To gaudy tire or glistring shoo-ty.
7. Something more than
Taffata or tissew can, 20
Or rampant feather, or rich fan.
8. More than the spoyle
Of shop, or silkeworme's toyle,
Or a bought blush, or a set smile.
9. A face that's best 25
By its owne beauty drest,
And can alone commend the rest.
10. A face made up,
Out of no other shop
Than what Nature's white hand sets ope. 30
11. A cheeke where Youth,
And blood, with pen of Truth
Write, what their reader sweetly ru'th.
12. A cheeke where growes
More than a morning rose: 35
Which to no boxe his being owes.
13. Lipps, where all day
A lover's kisse may play,
Yet carry nothing thence away.
14. Lookes that oppresse 40
Their richest tires, but dresse
Themselves in simple nakednesse.
15. Eyes, that displace
The neighbour diamond, and out-face
That sunshine, by their own sweet grace. 45
16. Tresses, that weare
Iewells, but to declare
How much themselves more pretious are.
17. Whose native ray,
Can tame the wanton day 50
Of gems, that in their bright shades play.
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