Anne Bradstreet
Anne Bradstreet was the first published American woman writer.
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- If for thy Father askt, say, thou hadst none;
And for thy Mother, she alas is poor,
Which caus'd her thus to send thee out of door.- The Author to Her Book
- What to my Saviour shall I give
Who freely hath done this for me?
I'll serve him here whilst I shall live
And Loue him to Eternity- By Night when Others Soundly Slept
- A Spring returns, and they more youthful made;
But Man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.- Contemplations
- "Sister," quoth Flesh, "what liv'st thou on
Nothing but Meditation?- The Flesh and the Spirit
- Such cold mean flowers the spring puts forth betime,
Before the sun hath thoroughly heat the clime.- Of the Four Ages of Man
- Leave not thy nest, thy dam and sire,
Fly back and sing amidst this choir.- In Reference to her Children, 23 June 1659
- If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.- To my Dear and Loving Husband
- The principal might yield a greater sum,
Yet handled ill, amounts but to this crumb;- To Her Father with Some Verses
Meditations Divine and Moral (1664)
- Youth is the time of getting, middle age of improving, and old age of spending.
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- Authority without wisdom is like a heavy axe without an edge, fitter to bruise than polish.
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- If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
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