Richard Crashaw (Ричард Крэшо)

Upon the Infant Martyrs

To see both blended in one flood,
The mothers’ milk, the children’s blood,
Makes me doubt if heaven will gather
Roses hence, or lilies rather.

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

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