 
    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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