Herbert J.C. Grierson , ed. Richard Crashaw 102 . Whom too much love hath bow'd more low for me. Your ports are all superfluous here, Save That which lets in faith, the eare. 10 Faith is my skill.
Faith can beleive As fast as love new lawes can give.
Faith is my force. Faith strength affords To keep pace with those powrfull words. O let thy wretch find that releife Thou didst afford the faithfull theife. Because than Though hidd as G OD, wounds writt thee man. That 's hid too which hides the other.