Beth Howard Morrow - one of your favorites I believe you once told me. Next week in American Lit. Anne Bradstreet If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lovd by wife, then thee. If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you can. I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold Or all the riches that the East doth hold. My love is such that Rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee give recompense. Thy love is such I can no way repay. The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray. Then while we live, in love lets so persever That when we live no more, we may live ever.
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