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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115382" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Author To Her Book</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain,<br>Who after birth did'st by my side remain,<br>Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true,<br>Who thee abroad, exposed to public view,<br>Made thee in rags, halting to th' press to trudge,<br>Where errors were not lessened (all may judge).<br>At thy return my blushing was not small,<br>My rambling brat (in print) should mother call.<br>I cast thee by as one unfit for light,<br>Thy visage was so irksome in my sight;<br>Yet being mine own, at length affection would<br>Thy blemishes amend, if so I could:<br>I washed thy face, but more defects I saw,<br>And rubbing off a spot still made a flaw.<br>I stretched thy joints to make thee even feet,<br>Yet still thou run'st more hobbling than is meet;<br>In better dress to trim thee was my mind,<br>But nought save homespun cloth, i' th' house I find.<br>In this array 'mongst Vulgars may'st thou roam.<br>In critic's hands beware thou dost not come,<br>And take thy way where yet thou art not known;<br>If for thy Father asked, say thou hadst none;<br>And for thy Mother, she alas is poor,<br>Which caused her thus to send thee out of door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bradstreet">Anne Bradstreet</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115382" data-title="The Author To Her Book de Anne Bradstreet" data-description="Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain,/Who after birth did'st by my side remain,/Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true,/Who thee abroad, exposed to public view,/Made thee in rags, halting to th' press to trudge,/Where er..."></div> </div> </div>
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