| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XI. O Come Quickly
Euthanasia | | By Richard Crashaw (c. 1613–1649) |
| | | WOULD’ST see blithe looks, fresh cheeks, beguile | |
| Age? would’st see December smile? | |
| Would’st see nests of new roses grow | |
| In a bed of reverend snow? | |
| Warm thoughts, free spirits, flattering | 5 |
| Winter’s self into a Spring? | |
| In sum, would’st see a man that can | |
| Live to be old, and still a man? | |
| Whose latest and most leaden hours | |
| Fall with soft wings, stuck with soft flowers; | 10 |
| And when life’s sweet fable ends, | |
| Soul and body part like friends; | |
| No quarrels, murmurs, no delay— | |
| A kiss, a sigh, and so—away;— | |
| This rare one, reader, would’st thou see? | 15 |
| Hark hither!—and thyself be he. | | | | |
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