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Quotation by Richard Crashaw
Go, smiling souls, your new-built cages break, In heaven you'll learn to sing, ere here to speak, Nor let the milky fonts that bathe your thirst Be your delay; The place that calls you hence is, at the worst, Milk all the way.
Richard Crashaw (1613?–1649), British poet. To the Infant Martyrs (l. 1–6). . .
Norton Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I–II. M. H. Abrams, general ed. (5th ed., 1986) W. W. Norton & Company.
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