Religion
Vpon the Thornes taken downe from our Lords head bloody.
Religion
KNow'st thou this Souldier? 'tis a much chang'd plant, which yet
Thy selfe did'st set,
'Tis chang'd indeed, did Autumn e're such beauties bring
To shame his Spring?
O! who so hard an husbandman could ever find
A soyle so kind?
Is not the soile a kind one (thinke ye) that returnes
Roses for Thornes?
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Crashaw, Richard. “Vpon the Thornes taken downe from our Lords head bloody.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/crashaw/39/.
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Crashaw, Richard. “Vpon the Thornes taken downe from our Lords head bloody.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/crashaw/39/.
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