Religion
On the still surviving markes of our Saviours wounds.
Religion
WHat ever story of their crueltie,
Or Naile, or Thorne, or Speare have writ in Thee,
Are in another sence
Still legible;
Sweet is the difference:
Once I did spell.
Every red letter
A wound of thine,
Now, (what is better)
Balsome for mine.
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MLA
Crashaw, Richard. “On the still surviving markes of our Saviours wounds.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/crashaw/7/.
Chicago
Crashaw, Richard. “On the still surviving markes of our Saviours wounds.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/crashaw/7/.
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