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."

"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"

"A Spring returns, and they more youthful made; But Man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid."

""Sister," quoth Flesh, "what liv'st thou on Nothing but Meditation?"

"Such cold mean flowers the spring puts forth betime, Before the sun hath thoroughly heat the clime."

"Leave not thy nest, thy dam and sire, Fly back and sing amidst this choir."

"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."

"The principal might yield a greater sum, Yet handled ill, amounts but to this crumb;"

"Youth is the time of getting, middle age of improving, and old age of spending."

"Authority without wisdom is like a heavy axe without an edge, fitter to bruise than polish."

"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."

"Fire hath its force abated by water, not by wind; and anger must be allayed by cold words, and not by blustering threats."

"Anne Bradstreet wrote seven thousand lines of verse and most of it is derivative, unremarkable, sometimes even soporific, although her best is very good indeed; and her real achievements in poetry have not been duly recognized for almost three hundred years. But in greatness of spirit, generosity of outlook, love for learning as a path toward truth; in their quick responsive delight in the everyday wonder of the world and their deeply devout faith in the goodness of God, Anne Bradstreet and Juana Inés de la Cruz-the one a Puritan, the other a Roman Catholic-were very close akin. Remarking upon the brevity of human life, Anne Bradstreet wrote, "And though thus short, we shorten many ways, / Living so little while we are alive"; and Sor Juana said, "Angels are higher than men because they understand more.""

"Anne Bradstreet's sweet-tempered moderation can be read as ironic or conformist, but the significant fact is that she persisted all her life in working and publishing as a poet. At what cost to herself and her art can only be surmised. As Adrienne Rich observed: "To have written poems, the first good poems in America, while rearing eight children, lying frequently sick, keeping house at the edge of wilderness, was to have managed a poet's range and extension within confines as severe as any American poet has confronted.""