Anne Bradstreet (1612 – 1672)
First published American woman writer.
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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.
Youth is the time of getting, middle age of improving, and old age of spending.
I have not studied in this you read to show you my skill but to declare the truth, not to set forth myself, but to the glory of God.
A Spring returns, and they more youthful made;
But Man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.
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.
Such cold mean flowers the spring puts forth betime,
Before the sun hath thoroughly heat the clime.
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
"Sister," quoth Flesh, "what liv'st thou on
Nothing but Meditation?
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.
Authority without wisdom is like a heavy axe without an edge, fitter to bruise than polish.
Leave not thy nest, thy dam and sire,
Fly back and sing amidst this choir.
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