To Her Father with Some Verses in  General   

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,
Yet handled ill, amounts but to this crumb;
My stock's so small I know not how to pay,
My bond remains in force unto this day;
Yet for part payment take this simple mite,
Where nothing's to be had, kings loose their right.
Such is my debt I may not say forgive,
But as I can, I'll pay it while I live;
Such is my bond, none can discharge but I,
Yet paying is not paid until I die.

By Anne Bradstreet

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• A Letter to Her Husband
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• Before the Birth of One of Her Children
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• Contemplations
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• Deliverance from Another Sore Fit
• Epitaphs
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• Here Follows Some Verses upon the Burning of Our H
• In Honour of that High and Mighty Princess, Queen
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• In Reference to Her Children
• Meditations Divine and Moral
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• Prologue
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• The Author to her Book
• The Flesh and the Spirit
• The Four Ages of Man
• The Vanity of All Worldly Things
• To Her Father with Some Verses
• To My Dear And Loving Husband
• Upon a Fit of Sickness
• Upon My Dear and Loving Husband his Going into Eng
• Upon Some Distemper of Body
• Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 18th
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