Anne Bradstreet

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,

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

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

Worthy art Thou,
O Lord, of praise,
But ah
It's not in me

What shall I render to Thy name       Or how Thy praises speak
My thanks how shall I testify
O Lord,
Thou know'st I'm weak

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

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...

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,

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;

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

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

Her Mother's
Here liesA worthy matron of unspotted life,
A loving mother and obedient wife,
A friendly neighbor, pitiful to poor,

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,
Boast of him all the Day,
Walk in his Law, and kisse his Rod,
Cleaue close to him alway

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

Great Alexander was wise Philips son,
He to Amyntas,
Kings of Macedon;
The cruel proud Olympias was his Mother,