Poem by Richard Crashaw

Euthanasia

Wouldst see blithe looks, fresh cheeks beguile
Age? wouldst see December smile?
Wouldst see nests of new roses grow
In a bed of reverend snow?
Warm thoughts, free spirits, flattering
Winter's self into a spring?
In sum wouldst see a man that can
Live to be old, and still a man?
Whose latest and most leaden hours,
Fall with soft wings stuck with soft flowers;
And, when life's sweet fable ends,
Soul and body part like friends;
No quarrels, murmurs, no delay -
A kiss, a sigh, and so away.
This rare one, reader, wouldst thou see?
Hark hither! - and thyself be he. 

1. On the Prodigal
2. On Mr. G. Herbert's Book
3. Satan
4. Charitas Nimia; or, The Dear Bargain
5. On the Miracle of the Multiplied Loaves

George Byron Euthanasia ("When Time, or soon or late, shall bring")

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