I am obnoxious to each carping tongue Who says my hand a needle better fits, A poet's pen all scorn I should thus wrong For such despite they cast on female wits; If what I do prove well, it won't advance, They'll say it's stolen, or else, it was by chance.
1678 Several Poems Compiled with Great Variety of Wit and Learning,'The Prologue'.
Leave not thy nest, thy dam and sire, Fly back and sing amidst this choir.Anne Bradstreet
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.Anne Bradstreet
What to my Saviour shall I giveWho freely hath done this for me?I'll serve him here whilst I shall liveAnd Loue him to EternityAnne Bradstreet
A Spring returns, and they more youthful made;But Man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.Anne Bradstreet
"Sister," quoth Flesh, "what liv'st thou onNothing but Meditation?Anne Bradstreet
Such cold mean flowers the spring puts forth betime,Before the sun hath thoroughly heat the clime.Anne Bradstreet
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.Anne Bradstreet
The principal might yield a greater sum,Yet handled ill, amounts but to this crumb;Anne Bradstreet