A Quote by Richard Crashaw

Nights, sweet as they, Made short by lovers play, Yet long by the absence of the day. — © Richard Crashaw
Nights, sweet as they, Made short by lovers play, Yet long by the absence of the day.
Sweet discourse makes short daies and nights. [Sweet discourse makes short days and nights.]
Short absence quickens love; long absence kills it.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. *Here’s what love is: a smoke made out of lovers' sighs. When the smoke clears, love is a fire burning in your lover’s eyes. If you frustrate love, you get an ocean made out of lovers' tears. What else is love? It’s a wise form of madness. It’s a sweet lozenge that you choke on.*
Darkness is the absence of light. Happiness is the absence of pain. Anger is the absence of joy. Jealousy is the absence of confidence. Love is the absence of doubt. Hate is the absence of peace. Fear is the absence of faith. Life is the absence of death.
Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There's naught in this life sweet But only melancholy; O sweetest melancholy!
Life is short and the nights are long, and tonight I moved on.
Jesus was short on sermons, long on conversations; short on answers, long on questions; short on abstraction and propositions, long on stories and parables; short on telling you what to think, long on challenging you to think for yourself.
Long life, and short, are by death made all one; for there is no long, nor short, to things that are no more.
That's the fun thing about fashion: it changes. One day, we're into short, the next we're into full length for day, or half short and long.
I feel like the ideal length is three months. I go short and sweet on the engagement. I did have a longish engagement, but I think short and sweet is best.
I do want to play the short ball and I do want to play the long ball. I think long and short balls is what football is all about.
The absence of the beloved, short though it may last, always lasts too long.
Friendship, like love, is destroyed by long absence, though it may be increased by short intermissions.
I go short and sweet on the engagement. I did have a longish engagement, but I think short and sweet is best.
Let me tell you I am better acquainted with you for a long absence, as men are with themselves for a long affliction: absence does but hold off a friend, to make one see him the truer.
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing- Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The palm and may make country houses gay, Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay- Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit, In every street these tunes our ears do greet- Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! Spring, the sweet Spring!
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