Since I'm writing my English thesis on this, I'm not going to "rate" it. While he lacks the breadth of Donne or Herbert, to whom he is often (usually unfavorably) compared, and recycles poetic imagery like nobody's business, the man is also responsible for some of the most gender-bending, stomach-turning, unapologetically extravagant conceits in the English language. Most critics have either turned up their noses or thrown up their hands in exasperation at him, but that makes him, in my mind, to be more and not less worth reading. It's a bit daunting to take on something most critics have had a remarkably difficult time chewing on, but to me that's what makes it worthwhile--as worthwhile as an English thesis is going to be, anyway. If you enjoy literature, the Early Modern period (if you like Shakespeare, this means you!) and/or bizarre poems about blood, breasts, tears, and Christ, reading Crashaw is a must!