Anne Bradstreet
On my dear Grand-child Simon Bradstreet Who dyed on 16 Novemb 1669 being but a moneth and one d
No sooner come, but gone, and fal'n asleep,
Acquaintance short, yet parting caus'd us weep,
Three flours, two searcely blown, the last i'th' bud,
Cropt by th'Almighties hand; yet is he good,
We May Live Together
If ever two were one, then surely we
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can
For Deliverance from a feaver
When Sorrowes had begyrt me rovnd,
And Paines within and out,
When in my flesh no part was sovnd,
Then didst thou rid me out
The Second Monarchy being the Persian began underCyrus Darius being his Uncle and Father-in-la
Cyrus Cambyses Son of Persia King,
Whom Lady Mandana did to him bring,
She daughter unto great Astiages,
He in descent the seventh from Arbaces
The Prologue
To sing of wars, of captains, and of kings,
Of cities founded, commonwealths begun,
For my mean pen are too superior things:
Or how they all, or each, their dates have run;
To my Dear Children
This Book by Any yet vnread,
I leaue for yov when I am dead,
That, being gone, here yov may
What was your liueing mother's mind
Meditations Divine and Moral
A ship that bears much sail, and little ballast, is easily overset; and that man, whose head hath great abilities, and his heart little or no grace, is in danger of foundering
The finest bread has the least bran; the purest honey, the least w...
To Her Father with Some Verses
Most truly honoured, and as truly dear,
If worth in me or ought I do appear,
Who can of right better demand the same Than may your worthy self from whom it came
The principal might yield a greater sum,
In My Solitary Hours in My Dear Husband his Absence
O Lord,
Thou hear'st my daily moan And see'st my dropping tears
My troubles all are Thee before,
My longings and my fears
Of the four Humours in Mans Constitution
The former four now ending their discourse,
Ceasing to vaunt their good, or threat their force
Lo other four step up, crave leave to
The native qualityes that from them flow:
My soul rejoice thou in thy God
My soul, rejoice thou in thy God,
Boast of him all the Day,
Walk in his Law, and kisse his Rod,
Cleaue close to him alway
Of the Four Ages of Man
Lo, now four other act upon the stage,
Childhood and Youth, the Many and Old age:
The first son unto phlegm, grandchild to water,
Unstable, supple, cold and moist's his