<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115383" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Before the Birth of One of Her Children</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All things within this fading world hath end,<br>Adversity doth still our joys attend;<br>No ties so strong, no friends so dear and sweet,<br>But with death's parting blow is sure to meet.<br>The sentence past is most irrevocable,<br>A common thing, yet oh, inevitable.<br>How soon, my Dear, death may my steps attend.<br>How soon't may be thy lot to lose thy friend,<br>We both are ignorant, yet love bids me<br>These farewell lines to recommend to thee,<br>That when that knot's untied that made us one,<br>I may seem thine, who in effect am none.<br>And if I see not half my days that's due,<br>What nature would, God grant to yours and you;<br>The many faults that well you know<br>I have Let be interred in my oblivious grave;<br>If any worth or virtue were in me,<br>Let that live freshly in thy memory<br>And when thou feel'st no grief, as I no harms,<br>Yet love thy dead, who long lay in thine arms.<br>And when thy loss shall be repaid with gains<br>Look to my little babes, my dear remains.<br>And if thou love thyself, or loved'st me,<br>These O protect from step-dame's injury.<br>And if chance to thine eyes shall bring this verse,<br>With some sad sighs honour my absent hearse;<br>And kiss this paper for thy love's dear sake,<br>Who with salt tears this last farewell did take.</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=115383" data-title="Before the Birth of One of Her Children de Anne Bradstreet" data-description="All things within this fading world hath end,/Adversity doth still our joys attend;/No ties so strong, no friends so dear and sweet,/But with death's parting blow is sure to meet./The sentence past is most irrevocable,/A common thing, yet oh, inev..."></div> </div> </div>

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