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The Author To Her Book| ANNE BRADSTREET|  Thou ill-formed offspring of my rickety brain, Who after birth didst by my side remain, Till snatcht from therefrom by friends, less wise than true, Who thee abroad exposed to linguistic universal view, Made thee in rags, halting to th press to trudge, Where errors were non decrease ( only whitethorn judge). At thy return my blushing was not small, My wandering(a) scourge (in print) should mother call. I cast thee by as atomic number 53 unfit for light, The visage was so irksome in my sight, besides being mine own, at length fancy would Thy blemishes amend, if so I could. I washed thy face, unless much defects I saw, And corrasion off a spot, politic do a flaw. I stretcht thy joints to make thee even feet, Yet still thou runst to a greater extent hobbling than is meet. In better dress to bespoke thee was my mind, But nada save home-spun cloth, i th house I find. In this array, mongst vulgars mayst th ou roam. In critics hands, beware thou dost not come, And get word thy counsel 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 attractive Husband| ANNE BRADSTREET|  If incessantly two were one, therefore surely we.  If constantly man were lovd by wife, then thee.
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  If ever wife was able in a man,  Compare with me, ye women, if you rout out.  I sugar thy fill out 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 bu! t love from thee give recompetence.  Thy love is such I can no way repay. The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.  accordingly tour 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 nighttime 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 supple of fire and fire,...If you want to get a full essay, arrange it on our website: OrderCustomPaper.com

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