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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.
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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And time brings down what is both strong and tall. But plants new set to be eradicate, And buds new blown, to have so short a date, Is by his hand alone that guides nature and fate.
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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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But man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.
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If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
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Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone, I here, though there, yet both but one.
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If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.
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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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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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The spring is a lively emblem of the Resurrection.
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Sweet words are like honey, a little may refresh, but too much gluts the stomach.
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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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I am obnoxious to each carping tongue who says my hand a needle better fits.
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I am obnoxious to each carping tongue/ Who says my hand a needle better fits./ A poet's pen all scorn I should thus wrong/ For such despite they cast on female wits/ 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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If we had not winter, the spring would not be so pleasant if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
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That when we live no more, We may live ever
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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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Art can do much, but this maxim's most sure/A weak or wounded brain admits no cure.
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