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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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If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.
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Fire hath its force abated by water, not by wind and anger must be allayed by cold words, and not by blustering threats.
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Wisdom with an inheritance is good, but wisdom without an inheritance is better than an inheritance without wisdom.
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The stones and trees, insensible to time, / Nor age nor wrinkle on their front are seen / If Winter come, and greenness then do fade / A Spring returns, and they more youthful made / But man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.
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I am obnoxious to each carping tongue who says my hand a needle better fits.
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My love is such that Rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence. Thy love is such I can no way repay, The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
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The spring is a lively emblem of the Resurrection.
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Satan, that great angler, hath his sundry baits for sundry tempers of men, which they all catch greedily at, but few perceive the hook till it be too late.
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Sin and shame ever go together he that would be freed from the last must be sure to shun the company of the first.
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If ever wife was happy in a man, compare with me, ye women if you can.
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Let Greeks be Greeks, and women what they are.
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To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings/Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun/For my mean Pen are too superior things.
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I happy am, if well with you.
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Youth is the time of getting, middle age of improving, and old age of spending.
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Wickedness comes to its height by degrees. He that dares say of a less sin, Is it not a little one? will ere long say of a greater, Tush, God regards it not!
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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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If what I do prove well, it won't advance. They'll say it's stolen, or else it was by chance.
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Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone, I here, though there, yet both but one.
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Youth is the time of getting, middle age of improving, and old age of spending a negligent youth is usually attended by an ignorant middle age, and both by an empty old age.
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We must, therefore, be here as strangers and pilgrims, that we may plainly declare that we seek a city above.
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