Author Richard Crashaw 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. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments