- The world no longer let me Love,
- My hope and Treasure lies Above.
ANNE BRADSTREET, Some Verses Upon the Burning of Our House
- If ever two were one, then surely we.
- If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
ANNE BRADSTREET, To My Dear and Loving Husband
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.
ANNE BRADSTREET, Meditations Divine and Moral
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