Richard Crashaw (Ричард Крэшо)

On the Prodigal

Tell me, bright boy, tell me, my golden lad,
Whither away so frolic? why so glad?
What all thy wealth in council? all thy state?
Are husks so dear ? troth 'tis a mighty rate. 

1. Christ Crucified
2. On Mr. G. Herbert's Book
3. In the Holy Nativity of our Lord
4. Wishes to his (Supposed) Mistress
5. Charitas Nimia; or, The Dear Bargain

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