Two mites, two drops, yet all her house and land,
Fall from a steady heart, though trembling hand :
The other's wanton wealth foams high, and brave ;
The other cast away, she only gave.
More verses by Richard Crashaw
- To The Noblest And Best Of Ladies, The Countess Of Denbigh
- Satan
- The Recommendation
- Saint Mar Magdelene; Or, The Weeper
- Two Went Up Into The Temple To Pray