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A Dialogue between Old England and New

New England.

Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best,

With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest,

What ails thee hang thy head, and cross thine arms,

And sit i' the dust to sigh these sad alarms?

What deluge of new woes thus over-whelm

The glories of thy ever famous Realm?

What means this wailing tone, this mournful guise?

by Anne Bradstreet

The Flesh and the Spirit

In secret place where once I stood

Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood,

I heard two sisters reason on

Things that are past and things to come.

One Flesh was call'd, who had her eye

On worldly wealth and vanity;

The other Spirit, who did rear

Her thoughts unto a higher sphere.

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To Her Father with Some Verses

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;

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To my Dear Children

This Book by Any yet vnread,

I leaue for yov when I am dead,

That, being gone, here yov may find

What was your liueing mother's mind.

Make vse of what I leaue in Loue

And God shall blesse yov from above.

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Another

Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, be gone,

The silent night's the fittest time for moan;

But stay this once, unto my suit give ear,

And tell my griefs in either hemisphere.

(And if the whirling of thy wheels don't drown'd)

The woeful accents of my doleful sound,

If in thy swift carrier thou canst make stay,

I crave this boon, this errand by the way,

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For Deliverance from a feaver

When Sorrowes had begyrt me rovnd,

And Paines within and out,

When in my flesh no part was sovnd,

Then didst thou rid me out.

My burning flesh in sweat did boyle,

My aking head did break;

From side to side for ease I toyle,

So faint I could not speak.

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As spring the winter doth succeed

May 13, 1657.

As spring the winter doth succeed,

And leaues the naked Trees doe dresse,

The earth all black is cloth'd in green;

At svn-shine each their joy expresse.

My Svns returned with healing wings.

My Soul and Body doth rejoice;

My heart exvlts, and praises sings

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Meditations Divine and Moral

A ship that bears much sail, and little ballast, is easily

overset; and that man, whose head hath great abilities, and his

heart little or no grace, is in danger of foundering.

The finest bread has the least bran; the purest honey, the

least wax; and the sincerest Christian, the least self-love.

Sweet words are like honey; a little may refresh, but too much

gluts the stomach.

Divers children have their different natures: some are like

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In Reference to Her Children

I had eight birds hatched in one nest,

Four cocks there were, and hens the rest.

I nursed them up with pain and care,

Nor cost, nor labour did I spare,

Till at the last they felt their wing,

Mounted the trees, and learned to sing;

Chief of the brood then took his flight

To regions far and left me quite.

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By Night when Others Soundly Slept

By night when others soundly slept

And hath at once both ease and Rest,

My waking eyes were open kept

And so to lie I found it best.

I sought him whom my Soul did Love,

With tears I sought him earnestly.

He bow'd his ear down from Above.

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An Apology

To finish what's begun, was my intent,

My thoughts and my endeavours thereto bent;

Essays I many made but still gave out,

The more I mus'd, the more I was in doubt:

The subject large my mind and body weak,

With many moe discouragements did speak.

All thoughts of further progress laid aside,

Though oft perswaded, I as oft deny'd,

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Of the four Humours in Mans Constitution

The former four now ending their discourse,

Ceasing to vaunt their good, or threat their force.

Lo other four step up, crave leave to show

The native qualityes that from them flow:

But first they wisely shew'd their high descent,

Each eldest daughter to each Element.

Choler was own'd by fire, and Blood by air,

Earth knew her black swarth child, water her fair:

by Anne Bradstreet