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The Author to Her Book by Anne Bradstreet
Thou ill-form’d offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth didst by my side remain, Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true, Who thee abroad, expos’d to publick view, Made thee in raggs, halting to th’ press … Continue reading
Book 4, Epigram 7: “Our fathers did but use the world before” by Thomas Bastard
Our fathers did but use the world before, And having used did leave the same to us. We spill whatever resteth to their store. What can our heirs inherit but our curse? For we have sucked the sweet and sap … Continue reading