- Prayer--Love's great artillery
- Prayer L18
- The conscious water saw its God and blushed.
- Epigrammatum sacrorum liber (1634). Translated by John Dryden from Crashaw's Latin original: "Nympha pudica Deum vidit, et erubuit (The modest Nymph saw the god, and blushed)", Complete works of Richard Crashaw (1872), edited by Alexander B. Grosart, vol. 2, p. 96.
- A happy soul, that all the way
To heaven hath a summer’s day.
- In Praise of Lessius’s Rule of Health.
- The modest front of this small floor,
Believe me, reader, can say more
Than many a braver marble can,—
“Here lies a truly honest man!”
- Epitaph upon Mr. Ashton.
- 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.
- Steps to the Temple, To Our Lord upon the Water Made Wine; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 516.
Wishes for the Supposed Mistress 
- Whoe’er she be,
That not impossible she,
That shall command my heart and me.
- Where’er she lie,
Locked up from mortal eye,
In shady leaves of destiny.
- Days that need borrow
No part of their good morrow
From a fore-spent night of sorrow.
- Life that dares send
A challenge to his end,
And when it comes, say, Welcome, friend!
- Sydneian showers
Of sweet discourse, whose powers
Can crown old Winter’s head with flowers.