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Sweet words are like honey, a little may refresh, but too much gluts the stomach.

Anne Bradstreet

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Anne Bradstreet
Age: 60 †
Born: 1612
Born: March 20
Died: 1672
Died: September 16
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Littles
May
Little
Much
Refresh
Like
Honey
Stomach
Sweet

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If ever wife was happy in a man, compare with me, ye women if you can.
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What to my Saviour shall I giveWho freely hath done this for me?I'll serve him here whilst I shall liveAnd Loue him to Eternity
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I wish my Sun may never set, but burn.
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When I behold the heavens as in their prime, And then the earth (though old) still clad in green, The stones and trees, insensible of time, Nor age nor wrinkle on their front are seen
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Art can do much, but this maxim's most sure/A weak or wounded brain admits no cure.
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If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.
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I am obnoxious to each carping tongue who says my hand a needle better fits.
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