I was able to find this 600 page document at Internet Archive and chipped away at it (a few poems a week) for over a year. Crashaw (1613-1649) is one of my favorite metaphysical poets, but his old-fashioned language can be a challenge. Still, he's well worth the effort.
Here's one sample:
Christ when he dy'd Deceived the Cross; And on death's side Threw all the loss. The captive world awaked, and found The prisoners loose, the jailer bound.