Anne Bradstreet Poems
|1.||To my Dear and Loving Husband||5/10/2001|
|2.||Of the Four Ages of Man||12/31/2002|
|3.||In Reference to her Children||5/10/2001|
|4.||We May Live Together||12/31/2002|
|5.||Author to her Book, The||12/31/2002|
|6.||Flesh and the Spirit, The||12/31/2002|
|7.||A Letter to Her Husband||12/31/2002|
|9.||Before the Birth of One of Her Children||5/10/2001|
|10.||Here Follows Some Verses upon the Burning of Our House||1/3/2003|
|11.||By Night when Others Soundly Slept||5/10/2001|
|12.||A Love Letter to Her Husband||12/31/2002|
|13.||Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 18th, 1666||5/10/2001|
|15.||The Vanity of All Worldly Things||1/3/2003|
|16.||The Flesh and the Spirit||5/10/2001|
|17.||Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting||12/31/2002|
|19.||The Author to her Book||5/10/2001|
|20.||A Dialogue between Old England and New||5/10/2001|
We May Live Together
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.