73 Quotes by Anne Bradstreet

My love is such that Rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence. Thy love is such I can no way repay, The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.

I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold or all the riches that the East doth hold.

My age I will not once lament, / But sing, my time so near is spent.

To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings/Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun/For my mean Pen are too superior things,

I happy am, if well with you.

If ever wife was happy in a man, compare with me, ye women if you can.

I am obnoxious to each carping tongue who says my hand a needle better fits,

Art can do much, but this maxim's most sure/A weak or wounded brain admits no cure.

It is reported of the peacock that priding himself in his gay feathers he ruffles them up; but spying his black feet he soon lets fall his plumes. So he that glories in his gifts and adornings should look upon his corruptions, and that will damp his high thoughts.