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 Than may your worthy self from whom it came? The principal might yield a greater sum, Yet handled ill, amounts but to this crumb; 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'll pay it while I live; Such is my bond, none can discharge but I, Yet paying is not paid until I die.
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- 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.
- Upon My Dear and Loving Husband his Going into England Jan. 16