Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life,
Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of thy reign,
Distills from thence the tears of wrath and strife,
And so turns wine to water back again.
More verses by Richard Crashaw
- Upon Ford's Two Tragedies
- The Widow's Mites
- To The Noblest And Best Of Ladies, The Countess Of Denbigh
- Satan
- The Recommendation