English poem
To Her Father With Some Verses
by Anne Bradstreet (1612–1672)
Most truly honoured, and as truly dear, If worth in me, or ought I do appear, Who can of right better demand the same? Then may your worthy self from whom it came. The principle might yield a greater sum, Yet handled ill, amounts but to this crum, My stock's so small, I know not how to pay, My Bond remains in force unto this day; Yet for part payment take this simple mite. Where nothing's to be had Kings loose their right Such is my debt, I may not say forgive, But as I can, I'le pay it while I live: Such is my bond, none can discharge but I, Yet paying is not payd until I dye.
More by Anne Bradstreet
- The Prologue
- The Romane Monarchy, Being The Fourth And Last, Beginning Anno Mundi, 3213.
- The Vanity Of All Worldly Things.
- To The Memory Of My Dear Daughter-In-Law, Mrs. Mercy Bradstreet, Who Deceased Sept. 6, 1669, In The 28. Year Of Her Age.
- To Her Father with Some Verses
- To Her Most Honoured Father
- To my Dear and Loving Husband
- To The Memory Of My Dear And Ever Honoured Father, Thomas Dudley; Esq. Who Deceased, July 31. 1653. And Of His Age, 77.