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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345179" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To her most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; these humbly presented.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear Sir of late delighted with the sight<br>Of your four Sisters cloth'd in black and white,<br>Of fairer Dames the Sun, ne'r saw the face;<br>Though made a pedestal for Adams Race;<br>Their worth so shines in these rich lines you show<br>Their paralels to finde I scarcely know<br>To climbe their Climes, I have nor strength nor skill<br>To mount so high requires an Eagles quill;<br>Yet view thereof did cause my thoughts to soar;<br>My lowly pen might wait upon these four<br>I bring my four times four, now meanly clad<br>To do their homage, unto yours, full glad:<br>Who for their Age, their worth and quality<br>Might seem of yours to claim precedency:<br>But by my humble hand, thus rudely pen'd<br>They are, your bounden handmaids to attend<br>These same are they, from whom we being have<br>These are of all, the Life, the Nurse, the Grave,<br>These are the hot, the cold, the moist, the dry,<br>That sink, that swim, that fill, that upwards fly,<br>Of these consists our bodies, Cloathes and Food,<br>The World, the useful, hurtful, and the good,<br>Sweet harmony they keep, yet jar oft times<br>Their discord doth appear, by these harsh rimes<br>Yours did contest for wealth, for Arts, for Age,<br>My first do shew their good, and then their rage.<br>My other foures do intermixed tell<br>Each others faults, and where themselves excell;<br>How hot and dry contend with moist and cold,<br>How Air and Earth no correspondence hold,<br>And yet in equal tempers, how they 'gree<br>How divers natures make one Unity<br>Something of all (though mean) I did intend<br>But fear'd you'ld judge Du Bartas was my friend<br>I honour him, but dare not wear his wealth<br>My goods are true (though poor) I love no stealth<br>But if I did I durst not send them you<br>Who must reward a Thief, but with his due.<br>I shall not need, mine innocence to clear<br>These ragged lines, will do't, when they appear:<br>On what they are, your mild aspect I crave<br>Accept my best, my worst vouchsafe a Grave.<br>From her that to your self, more duty owes<br>Then water in the boundess Ocean flows.</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>
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Of your four Sisters cloth'd in black and white,
Of fairer Dames the Sun, ne'r saw the face;
Though made a pedestal for Adams Race;
Their worth so shines in these rich lines you show
Their paralels to find..."></div>
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