To My Dear And Loving Husband in  General   

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.
I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompetence.
Thy love is such I can no way repay.
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persever
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

By Anne Bradstreet

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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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• 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
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• Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 18th
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