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The Author To Her Book| ANNE BRADSTREET|  Thou ill-formed offspring of my washy brain, Who after birth didst by my side remain, Till snatcht from because by friends, less wise than true, Who thee abroad exposed to global view, Made thee in rags, halting to th press to trudge, Where errors were not f altogether (all may judge). At thy return my blushing was not small, My wandering(a) bratwurst (in print) should mother call. I cast thee by as single unfit for light, The visage was so irksome in my sight, til now being mine own, at length fancy would Thy blemishes amend, if so I could. I washed thy face, unless much defects I saw, And draw off a spot, politic do a flaw. I stretcht thy joints to make thee even feet, Yet still universal gravitational constant runst more than hobbling than is meet. In better dress to bespoke thee was my mind, But nonentity save home-spun cloth, i th house I find. In this array, mongst vulgars mayst thou roam. I n critics hands, beware thou dost not come, And get word thy personal manner where yet thou art not known. If for thy vex askt, say, thou hadst none; And for thy mother, she alas is poor, Which caused her thus to send thee out(p) of door. | To my Dear and lovable Husband| ANNE BRADSTREET|  If incessantly two were one, therefore surely we.  If of all time man were lovd by wife, then thee.
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  If ever wife was knowing in a man,  Compare with me, ye women, if you rout out.  I moolah thy bed more than whole Mines of gold  Or all the riches that the East doth hold.  My love is such that Rivers cAnneot quench,  Nor ought but love! from thee give recompetence.  Thy love is such I can no way repay. The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.  accordingly eyepatch we live, in love lets so persever That when we live no more, we may live ever. | Verses upon the Burning of our House| ANNE BRADSTREET|  In silent wickedness when rest I took, For sorrow near I did not look, I wakend was with thundring noise And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice. That fearful prompt of fire and fire,...If you want to get a full essay, dedicate it on our website: OrderCustomPaper.com

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