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My hope and treasure lies above

Anne Bradstreet

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Anne Bradstreet
Age: 60 †
Born: 1612
Born: March 20
Died: 1672
Died: September 16
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The world no longer lets me love, My hope and treasure are above.
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I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold or all the riches that the East doth hold.
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If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.
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I wish my Sun may never set, but burn.
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Let Greeks be Greeks, and women what they are.
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Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone, I here, though there, yet both but one.
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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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I happy am, if well with you.
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