Anne
Bradstreet
TO MY DEAR AND LOVING HUSBAND
If ever tow were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee;
If eve wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye woman 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 aught but love from thee give recompence.
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 persevere,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
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