To My Dear and Loving Husband

BY ANNE BRADSTREETL
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If ever two were one, then
u surely we.
If ever man were lovedn by wife, then thee.
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If ever wife was happyh in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
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I prize thy love more than
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whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the
d East doth hold.
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My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
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Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I canino way repay;
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The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, ina love let’s so persever,
That when we live no Nmore, we may live ever.
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