Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит)

To My Dear and Loving Husband

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.
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 recompense.
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 persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

1. For Deliverance from a Feaver
2. In Thankful Remembrance for My Dear Husband’s Safe Arrival
3. Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting
4. To Her Most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; These Humbly Presented
5. For the Restoration of My Dear Husband from a Burning Ague, June, 1661

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