Where’er she lie, Locked up from mortal eye, In shady leaves of destiny. - Richard Crashaw

Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life;
Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of Thy reign,
Distils from thence the tears of wrath and strife,
And so turns wine to water back again.

Life that dares send
A challenge to his end,
And when it comes, say, Welcome, friend!

Let hearts and lippes speak lowd; and say
Hail, door of life: and sourse of day!
The door was shutt, the fountain seal'd;
Yet Light was seen and Life reveald.
The door was shutt, yet let in day,
The fountain seald, yet life found way.